Ruby Lips

From across the clamor Of a late and laughing bar, I spied your lips, Ripe and red Like two tart cherries. A ruby glow Lit my skin While my tongue twisted With hot desire. Yet I sat, stared, and said Nothing. Your gaze Drifted over half-drunk faces Not so longing or lustful As my own. Your … More Ruby Lips

The Gated Garden

I have dawdled Too long in gated Rose gardens. The air Is fresh, the breeze As sweet as morning dew. Flowers blush Red. Their leaves lap Up the smiling sun. But winter winds blow Round and round The iron gates. Ivy tendrils tremble While frosty fingers Suck their life Dry. Grass blades bend To the … More The Gated Garden

Happy Hunting

I have completed preparations for the treasure hunt. But there’s been a change of plans: no picture. Just a poem. From these 14 lines you will have everything you need to find the prize. What is the prize? Glad you should ask. I had an old ring in my possession studded with a multicolored opal. … More Happy Hunting

The Secret Solved?

After I posted about Byron Preiss’s The Secret (A Treasure Hunt), there has been much discussion about where exactly the NYC treasure might be buried. Just the other day, I received an email from a reader who thinks he knows where the treasure is buried. As a reminder, here is the verse and image associated … More The Secret Solved?