Whose woods these are I think I know.  Robert Frost Ganja dude, right out of the 40’s black and whites. Only him in the color of truth. Good stuff, jerk pork tastes the best, (can’t call it the munchies there), one finger’s worth, only a…

miles to go (after Robert Frost)   blood flows           hot and               ragged a collective thrum. walls  surround      them,  they have chosen to              let our cries be drown out by  their preachers whose shouts of condemnation do    …

Safety First   Before helmets existed, I rode my bike dozens of miles to the pool, tennis courts, and library. My bare head   sailed through updrafts as I encircled the middle school parking lot, for no reason   except it was there. Injury happened…

Hollowed Spaces   “Because if you weren’t an Aunt or a Martha, said Aunt Vidala, what earthly use were you if you didn’t have a baby?” – Margaret Atwood in The Testaments: The Sequel to The Handmaid’s Tale)   The word womb. The speakers of…

hour – 2 Playground Vs Playstore The spirit of teaming and the fun Thrill of knock-and-run Those swings and slides Giggles and Mari go rides Laying on the grass Couting the stars Those Hazy memories of summers Nostalgia is now all we possess Happiness Of…

Thank you for putting words to my thought, dear Robert. You are one of my favorites, though I only know you through your published works and an admiring, respecting description of you wearing your common — well suited — bow tie mentioned in a movie*…

Peek-a-boo Oh yes…I see you too. Even though you know my name, but hey… Boo is cool too.   Roses are red violets are blue These words will ever remain true So I tried to find a rhyme for the word beautiful I don’t know,…

Like a giraffe in a sideways world I take up too much space the others say I don’t belong I’m an absolute disgrace! Like a giraffe in a sideways world My feet never land on the ground I feel I float with my head in…

The forest is pregnant with uncertainties. Each time I wade into its gripping darkness, I think of the snakes, leopards, And all the other creatures in the wild That strikes fear in our minds… The forest is pregnant with uncertainties But uncertainties are not always…

Whose woods these are I think I know The same as has been since before Our kind came and knocked them down To build timber, cities and towns They belong to the trees The animals, birds, and the bees The collective keeping them alive So…