I remember clearly, It was my tenth birthday, My parents had planned a surprise party. But what intrigued me, Was the big brown basket sitting on my bed, With a red ribbon tied at the end. At first, I had thought, Grandma had sent her…

The ancient winds pulled at his soul, He felt them… the ancestors… stirring him. He looked to the stars Are you there, my people? Do you feel me? Hear me? See? Or are you only on the wind, whispering to see if I hear? He…

There they are. Moving through the square shoulder to shoulder in determined advance. An army of two-legged soldiers on alert to procure what they wait all night for. There on the pavement, between blades of grass; there lay the prize they will surely not pass….

The whole earth is in a season of fog. The descent into madness was abrupt. Everyone, shocked, blinded. A horror story of apocalyptic proportion. Atlas must have drop-kicked the world.        

He captures the boldness of an eagle. Aura illuminating the complexity of the color black. Draped in white with traces of gold. Feet covered by the grace of his mother’s soul. Eyes that pierce like a serpent, something vicious. Skin that is deep, dark, and…

Season of the Grape   You swagger and return a blank smile To my conversation All my words have washed off you I read your face. I see the signs. I raise my own glass to my lips. Burgundy of the drink turns brown Blood…

The Power of Deletion   If I don’t want to hear your words, I don’t like what you say, I touch the magic button and just make it go away.   If you say hateful things to me, your game I will not play. I…

Season of the Poets They came together on a summer day, tumbling and rambling across the screen. They followed prompts or ignored prompts, rhymed or roamed free. They meshed and melded, caromed and caroused. An odd moment this Season of the Poets. No commonality among…

Silly summer sweaty season Jamming full the plane Somewhere hot, don’t care a jot That each year is just the same Swarming off the aircraft Sweating something chronic Tattoo Tank-top up the front Screaming “Where’s Mummies Vodka Tonic” A promising start you will agree A…

burned it down down & more down till the fire couldnt eat anymore till the fire couldnt breathe now its all gone— my life is all gone am I not supposed to weep grieve it now that I stand in the smoking steaming earth of…