Blue eyes care about you Smell like rose and never doubt you I’m in the bedroom looking out the window over a shallow river and choked full of greenery. I was confused at the thought of being in Vietnam. Although I could see over the jungle as if I were flying, I felt as if …
Category Archives: Poetry
Paternal Moment
I must have been about 13 or so when Dad was diving along I-74 between Champaign and Mahomet when I Want To Know What Love Is was playing on the radio. I remember there was a high-pitched him coming from the stereo and I associated it with Dolby – which was a new technology all …
Sleepless Philosopher 