So many things to do & see maybe later. Necessary new skills to acquire & refine but not now. Unexplored places to go & people to meet Tomorrow, perhaps.      

Life is so full of leftovers reheat the beans Nothing too new, but they’ll do sprinkle the cheese Keeping you going, get you through rip the romaine Not much left- gotta leave a little pop the Pace Oh no old one’s already open skip grace…

“Imprinted Heart”   Young like the wind as it lifts us, A building like our little hour glass. Not in the world we can ever be, Hand in hand, eyes close — we are free.   We figure the mystery of old, And how they…

As she has done for so many years, she watches from the office window as each umbrella passes on the street below. She plays a game with herself, guessing the lives of each passerby 3:58 Solid black Boring. A businessman who pretends to be well-organized…

Like an old song you carved your heart into my soul peeling through bark like defenses to the vulnerability beneath. The sap of loss it does not end (although it can seem to harden) It drips down, sticky with the mess of death and memories….

The Tale of Convergence   Very special day. Huge, huge crowds. Assembled to propitiate the alien God of Greed. Thousands of bare-faced admirers braved the heat, hoping to glimpse their bloviating orange savior. Festive throngs boarded the silver spaceship, feeling anticipation of the unknown. Anything…

“Fake Riches” Is love the right of only rich? The person who has drowned in money Gold and property are key of admiration But internally, he is hollow Hollow like an empty skeleton I don’t want to be rich like that! People spend life in…

Looking out across the forest of green I feel bathed in Tranquility.   A peaceful mist moves gently through this valley shedding Etheral Light.   Tree tops glow in this majesty of Morning.   I stand amazed and  baptized in this Golden Hour.   Poem…

it’s raining. my eyes glued to the window, i need them for writing though. my book is full of stories i’ve yet to read. i just need to finish them. i write better when i’m in Love. Infatuation, if you will. still raining. it’s nice…

What will you give to this life? How will yours be spent? When will you begin your journey?   Like heat rising from hot pavement Our days here are fleeting They are mere specks of dust on the clock of time   Reach out, touch…