Miles to Go, after Robert Frost 2 dead and 21 injured in a terrorist attack against a queer bar in Oslo. I find out in the middle of this poem and erase it entirely. 2 dead and 21 injured in a terrorist attack against a…

Miles To Go Before I Sleep Each night I go through my routine Check Facebook, play Candy Crush, Wait for my man to kiss me goodnight And sit in the dark, waiting for sleep to approach The darkness envelops me Unless you count the numerous…

The only other sound’s the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. Summer Interrupted Winter’s deepest peace was designed to gather strength for summer, the time for hardest work. So were my reflections remembering my horse that winter evening. We kept our commitments which swept…

The moment before the sun rises. The second before …day breaks open your all. Thoughts that ring true. The moment the clock strikes 12. Moon signals. Noon signals. Smokescreens. I no longer look for time. Time seeks me. So connected to the screen our eyes…

“The woods are lovely, dark, and deep” – Robert Frost, Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening Delving into depths of branch protected tenderness How did you discover the meadow? It was well Hidden Almost too intensely green A sighing breeze intoxicating in its…

After the rain the sun will shine though clouds may still linger still showing signs of gray; those clouds must give way to a brighter day filled with promise and hope that all is right with the world.     After the rain the green grass…

I tire of the blue sky, overdone simplicity to match my ritual of morning coffee. I drift back to when the sun peaks against the horizon. Rich hues of reds, oranges, and pinks dance a purpose of surrounding my world. So too do the clouds,…

Collective mind, a hive mind. Working together, everyone pulling their weight. No job unimportant, no one unneeded. A perfect society, a perfect life.

To ask if there is some mistake is to suggest I know right from wrong convex from concave my place on a spectrum I travel but don’t always get to define or even see at all sometimes.   But I will answer because that path…

Snow crunches under my feet with each step toward the forest path and above me, fir branches bow, weighted down with sparkling drifts: the woods are lovely, dark and deep. The moon shines down upon me and stars twinkle in the sky above. In the…