I wrote this one while sitting in a cafe in Houston. A rain had come and I took a moment of rest from my studying to simply gaze out the window upon a rain soaked tree.
Someone approached me one night to quickly write a poem to send to her boyfriend who was deployed in Iraq. With pen and bar napkin in hand I made this.
Late one night I sat at the computer terminal and glanced at my then girlfriend and felt moved to write a poem.
One of my favorite activities is to take a walk during the sunset. I witnessed a particularly brilliant one in the late summer of Eugene. I felt ashamed for what humankind has done to the Earth and I wrote this poem as a prayer.
While walking in Hiroshima I had a glimpse of reality. I had this same vision while in a forest in the Columbia Gorge.
While sitting in a coffee shop and feeling lonely, I was able to grasp that there was a distinct difference between some base emotion and my current mental processes.
This is about sex and intimacy. I tried to tie together the imagery of the Earth with that of a woman's body and the desire to connect to that holder of mysteries therein.
This was written spur of the moment in an act of empathy toward a grieving friend.
I wrote this one while in a depression after having my heart broken. I was heavily influenced by Greek Mythology during this time and one must be somewhat familiar with such to get the full meanings.
I was attracted to a woman in Houston that I was too nervous to approach. I finally made up my mind and the sense of liberty that ensued inspired the penning of this poem.
This poem was written within the same fifteen minute time span that I wrote "Dolphins-Siren Song" as I was heartbroken and very distraught. I did not so much write it as it came out of me. The last stanza was written a year later after I felt that I could finish it.
This came while sitting in a coffee shop, feeling very isolated and lonely. Having met many people with outlooks much different than mine, it can be a bit isolating at times.
Late one night, sitting in my apartment, an open beer beside me, this came out. It is not a very good poem, but perhaps more honest than all the others
I found myself sitting in a cafe, wondering why I was suddenly fearful one night. I was being assaulted by fear, fear of failure and fear of loss. Instead of being afraid, I gave a prayer of thanks for everything. I lead such a blessed life, why does fear come?