All poems are free,

the only way they’re meant to be.

But if you’d like

a personal copy,

I’ll write you one for $10

and put it in the mail.


Iceland, 2017

These shores have stood for centuries

where tides of time have come and gone,

‘midst mountains gods have trodden

elves about their golden lawn.

And we look at the light

and realize our place

beaten back by winds of change,

and see in her face

a world far before us,

a time when all rose at dawn.