Silken spider strands Hung like beaded tapestry A practical collector; Nature’s design reveals An arc of gossamer threads Awaiting...

Subterranean echoes embrace Dark energy unseen; Below a quiet note Permeates like muffled Thumps of quilted hands Against the drums...

Imagine reading books Of simple whitespace Like text not seen yet launched in Sturdy arias from dark paper; Building blocks of...

Hands form bridges Stretched out across Your cage And mine. Brown eyes speak About my world; But how could you Unless It is both...

And there upon ancient islands History gambles past; Ocracoke soars on silent wings While Shackleford’s sentinel Protects from...

The plum never looks directly at you It has a fruity confidence and Knows you cannot ignore Its measured harmony Singing sometimes...

Stones tossed high sweetly scatter Like leaves or children running; A scene inside random Failings of gravity unbound; Each stone in...

How many years pass Like signposts on a Night-washed freeway; Humming tires lull passengers Dreaming dreams of flight Inside the...

Sounds arrive from Everywhere or somewhere Like trains at a busy station Eager for attention Begging to be heard Jealously guarding their...

Morning moon came out A single spotlight searching For soft secrets; Bright night exposed in Shadow-washed etchings; Like...

Time spins up sad shadows That slide across the bare floor Moving like visible tides Of light and dark; Anxiety builds a worried wall...

(many will write on Mandela; but this is mine) -MF The shore birds dip and dive As wild winds push and pull And hold the winged flier ...

(I read story about a homeless person in Northeast USA who would recite Shakespeare to strangers on the street.) I used to teach the world...