Journal links:
- Subtle Tea: A Furniture Hoarder's Confession
- Able Muse: Breakfast in Winter
- Foliate Oak: A Thousand Apologies
- Virgogray press: Steps on Being You
- Tryst 3: Dance of the Deer
- Deuce Coupe: Walking Backwards
- The Legendary: Belongings
- Decompression: Letter to a Flower Monger
- The Boston Literary Review: The Buttefly Room
- Toasted Cheese: "When the Leaves were Bare
- The Coachella Review: "April Visit"
- Past Simple 7: "Best Behavior"
- Umbrella/Bumbershoot Annual: "Will Work for Ants"
- decomP: " Just Desserts"
- Strong Verse: " Eight in the Morning"
- Thick with Conviction: " Mother of the Emperor"
- The Smoking Poet: "Forgive Me"

- Tipton: " After She's Gone"
- Blueprint Review 'rereads'
- Best Poem: "The Waiting Room"
- The Cleave:"One Last Thing"
- The Battered Suitcase: "S'agao"
- The Ghazal Page
- Shine Journal:" The Soothsayer"
- The Boston Literary Review: "What I Never Said"
- Sacramento Poetry Art & Music: "Revelations"
- Silenced Press: "Thoughts with Beethoven"
- Moondance: "Unwinged"

Breakfast in Winter
Celestial Soul
(Breakfast in Winter)
Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
─ John Gillespie Magee, Jr.
Oh, I have seen the sunlight softened through
your eyes of monarch wings and lilac-space─
a photograph, the reverie that you
once knew; obsession filled with grace
deprived of years and countless clichéd things
yet feverish beyond the breadth of stars
that outline Heaven’s glory, legend rings
like Romulus the deity of Mars.
It was your picture I admired most
your godlike face, so unafraid to die
a Pentecost and you the holy ghost
with resurrection blessed amid the sky
enmeshed in moving clouds of whitely hue
that dip at dawn to share one glimpse of you.
(Breakfast in Winter)
Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
─ John Gillespie Magee, Jr.
Oh, I have seen the sunlight softened through
your eyes of monarch wings and lilac-space─
a photograph, the reverie that you
once knew; obsession filled with grace
deprived of years and countless clichéd things
yet feverish beyond the breadth of stars
that outline Heaven’s glory, legend rings
like Romulus the deity of Mars.
It was your picture I admired most
your godlike face, so unafraid to die
a Pentecost and you the holy ghost
with resurrection blessed amid the sky
enmeshed in moving clouds of whitely hue
that dip at dawn to share one glimpse of you.
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