Glass House Poetry

With eyelids, closed and shuttered, by a nail, The sense of sight, when other senses fail, Is now covered with ash, so freshly laid, The...

I am weak. No one can help me fight this.   I feel, I feel too much, most of the time,   And she is like me.  I cannot dismiss   Her tall...

The ancients breathed inside me, I recall That child, who heard them whisper quietly, Standing like giants when I was so small, Those...

To think we share city sidewalk, Sitting on rocks in Central Park, Where children draw with colored chalk, So excited to make their mark....