Recipe for Mondays 1. Coffee 2. Denial 3. Silence 4. Luck 5. Friday Focus Mix four parts coffee with three parts denial and stir frequently. Often this recipe requires an additional dose of the first ingredient to ensure a sufficiently stable outcome. Item one may…

Sometimes I sit in my bed and read through my dozens of notebooks and wonder if my writing can be classified as original content. The words usually balance somewhere between the lines of awkward fiction, insomatic prose, sinful fantasies, and cliché poetry. If I could…

2 people 3 eggs 4 pieces of toast 2 glasses 2 juices 1 coffee I hope 3 bowls of Iams 2 waters for folks   to wake up and smell injustice to wake up and wipe it clean to wake up to change tomorrow and…

Thin foil falls flanel, fostering faster from feast freeze fury after framing it with focus fist, far East away, furthest idea falling fringe, Fiercely for fantasy feathered on fan, finally some good news fintech from flashing false advance related to trust fullfill faster. Felling familiar…

Patrick Henry said give me liberty or give me death Harriot Tubman said she would shoot anyone who made a sound or dared turn around There is a price to be paid to be free. I do not know who said ignorance is bliss But…

i. Our songs will not be lost. That euphoric declaration of twenty twenty, a new decade set to bear new wings, painted on walls of grand introspection.   Yet, the songs were going to peel off. At the wake of the decade’s first quarter, a…

Turn around a thought: everything is hard becomes everything is easy. Change a sour mood: smile and the sweetness returns. Walk and observe: hummingbirds sip from glistening red cherries. Watch the pond: red-winged blackbirds turn up leaves and eat bugs. Smell the air: blackberry vines,…

How is it that I feel connected to all that is in these moments shared with you? I no longer sense where I stop and you begin. We dwell in a continuum of love.   It is here that I understand why science has recognized…

Cauldron of sanity Long winding roads Twinkling sunlight through tree tops Chatter of a six year old Rows of nodding daisies One floating  dandelion seed Let all bubble gently Sieve through fine hours of the day And through turbulent turmoils  Sip slowly. Slowly. Slowly.

The pump lets out a diesel roar An industrial lion, trumpet of civilization’s return The surface shudders as sublayers are drawn and spilled on a distant patch of grass scrub. Frogs squirm, algae drifts, turtles surface nervously as 3 years of pollen, leaves, and life…