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They are words Only words But sometimes . . . . You had eased out of bed and dressed You rode your bike three and a half blocks t..

I went to the mountains With its floor of pine needles And where the squirrels Were doing their final pilfering of the season The moun..

There was a cove near Portofino Where neither tide or storm disturbed And we would huddle before a fire And watch the moody Mediterranean..

In your slumber you never knew I went to the balcony in the midst of night In the Alps of the city with gaudy neon And searched for a sin..

When they ask, and ask they do, “How can anyone love as much and long As your words describe,” I don’t know how to answ..

it comes upon me like the invasion of evening shadows when silence surrounds me and i realize i am alone with myself and know i am p..

We drank Guinness at Rody Bolands With mugs lifted as high as our voices As we sang Molly Malone with the crowd And in the fine mist of e..

Even now . . . . how long has it been? Even now you push your way into my thoughts And force smiles when I need them most You send the ..

I used to write of times and things with words exploding upon the page. Crime and conspiracy, death and danger, suspense and secrets . . . . the..

The same cafe each morning Ham, two eggs staring at me Like eyes or breasts I sit beside the window Watching people pass Each lost ..