Concrete jungle yet nature still thrives demanding to be seen- admired- praised. Never giving up hope that someone  may acknowledge it’s beauty.    

Dreaming of a Time Capsule   I would like to find a window to the past, a capsule of evidences of the joys and sorrows, the ordinary and extraordinary days on this plot of land, part of the Western Reserve Firelands of Northern Ohio. We…

Coffee and change, the smell of what tomorrow may bring. Strong, delicious- like her lips as they press against mine- Searching for the roadmap to bring me the sublime.

Sometimes, while walking in the cemetery, I stop- and looking up at the sky, arching my neck beyond its capacity, I am enthralled by the curvature above. I can never tell— Is it moving or am I? I know that the earth moves as do…

#300,000 Her tummy kept rumbling She was so hungry Indeed their poverty was grinding She wondered at how to get money What could generate money to feed Her eyes alighted on her children playing Her eyes shone with excitement Her heartbeat quickened Yes, she finally…

The photo captured a man, virile and strong, bright in hope but numbered days like for us all. Who could guess that danger’s exciting call was tempered by reason at times, or that cheese would satisfy just as easily as cold beer? A lopsided grin…

The end has come yet the feeling of sadness holds no place inside.  

The Lawnmower/Computer Relationship   I do not kill computers. I merely overtax their tiny chips with unusual attempts to work around glitches, until they shut down and wish for death. No animosity, really. They simply don’t understand my thought processes. Computers are simple, not creative,…

Burst water pipe, I never liked water.  Dig down  Clink clink  I stumble on a time capsule; its origins are unknown.  There is a lone photo inside  And a poem  I read the poem first.  “Dear…”  The rest of the top line has been smudged.  “I’m sorry. You…

It came with no set of instructions no diction nor dialogue A collection of old cameras, watches, photographs, tea cups and toys marking my family’s movement on earth. Yellowed newspaper dated 1920 cradled a flowery porcelain tea cup that once held my  great grandmother’s lips….