I’m in paradise. Even though I’ve just had one slice. The flavours that burst in my mouth Make all my thoughts fly South.   All worries go away. And in this heaven I’m going to stay. It’s light and fluffy and just so sweet. It’s…

        *House Of Illusion* There is this carnivore, That gives me unsolicited escorts. Though sporadically, But everywhere. Believe me This eyes of mine, Has seen none animate But my encephalon has And so has my dreams. Having it’s portraits Saved to my…

Shimmering sunlight creeps over my eyes A strong smell of coffee nudges me awake She hands me a smooth ceramic mug Her gentle smile waking me up more than any cup of coffee ever could I thank her and feel the bed dip as she…

Back Porch Good Morning   Sensuous aroma of coffee wakes me. Black smoothness, warm, delicious. I can feel it, hot, going down.   Sunlight pierces my eyelids, familiar stab, hinting at the coming migraine. Careful. I clench my eyes shut and turn my chair away…

I rise in Darkness. Humidity and heat hang heavy in thick air. Clothes stick and I rush out and gulp fresh morning air. Light summer breezes carry me to pier.   Pre-dawn Darkness- Stillness Silence Vacuum S-p-a-c-e!   Tern calls overhead- screaming Morning. White Light…

If lost, she’d weep. For everything she knew, then, would be erased. First steps towards expression, while reading others left an intense impression. For everything she knew, then, would be erased. If fire reversed the reign of power, they too, would be lost.

Undisturbed, Peaceful. The birds, Scary beings, a lost soul is found hidden under so much pain, her mind decays burning inside, a fire within. But outside is beautiful, will be, somewhere else, someday, somehow, sometime, soon. PMC Aqua 6/26/20

the perfect day Saturday morning i wake up early it’s storming outside you still asleep i watch your chest rise and fall rise and fall i ease my feet out from under the sheet place them on the floor i stand at the window watch…

First Soft cool pillow contrasts With the warm sunlight cascading through the window A long languorous stretch, satisfying snap as muscles come back to life A soft stumble to the door, following The sizzle and smack of frying bacon Later The slight chill of the…

When the morning is conjured by a good witch it’s full of green things seeking light and me seeing photosynthesis as a miracle and seeing miracles everywhere. There’s endless cacao tea and the old dog basking in my presence as though I’m her light. Small…