homespun universe

our minds are

built unique

with a sole

subjective view

you cannot see


the same way

that i do

some say that

it’s a blessing

but some say

it’s a curse–

for every mind

designs a kind

of homespun


–photo by my son, Aaron

dozing dream


i fell asleep

and flew above–

the moon was peace

the sun was love

and venus, light,

her eye wide ope

the earth was life

and mars was hope

and beyond mars

’twas so sublime

with twinkling stars

and wrinkling time,

at last i fell

back down to earth–

a dream to tell

for what it’s worth


–photo by aaron

ash & woe

my wife

is in the closet

in an urn

for life

is no deposit,

no return

her soul,

in its divineness

had to go

and all

that’s left behind is

ash and woe

My loving wife and mother of three passed away unexpectedly

ten years ago, after thirty-five years together. The poem says

the rest. (I used B&W here, because that’s how I feel today.)

–Photo by Aaron