A susurration of serpentine servants slips Somewhere betwixt sunset and sunrise, Assured of surreptitious searching the sanctuaries For secrets secured against sonorous sorcery In centuries long since sacked into obscurity. Should the Saffron Saint sail south with these secrets, The sacrilege would scandalize both sanguine…

2006. A simple question: “Do you love me?” A simple answer. Learn to let it go. A bigger gift awaits you yet. Travel the seas, Climb the mountains. Reach the one who says, “I do.”

Without a map, you can go anywhere, but you might not want to be there. With a map, you can choose your destination, but you might miss lots of treasures on the way. Without a map, you never know what’s coming — fair weather or…

Surrending to the chaos we wait for the call. The destination predicted to end us all. One by one we look up towards the sky, many still questioning why. There is no fire, nor storm, or rain just simply pain. Cascading around us like a…

Z-School part 1 This was a dream A dream I had One day at school my teacher asked, ‘What is 2000 + 259?’ ‘2259,’ I replied Idiots That was when a zombie walked through the door and bit three people I stabbed him with my…

In neon chromatic I skim in a machine that purrs. The wheel smooth as it responds in hairpin curves, Lazy winding on glass smooth blacktop And roaring engines that snarl hungry plumes To a cityscape blur. I’m slipping, sliding, gears slick and tuned Flowing as…

My life has been an odyssey A balance of good and bad I have seen so many things Such adventures I have had. Not too long ago, at my older age I decided to return to school. Everyone was so much younger At times I…

Stars fade into streetlamps as we head home, Each with a particular nimbus of light. You can’t get the same quality of night sky Out in the city with its pollution. Only a few stars are brave enough To shine on through the smog and…

I am An artist I am when painting at a poetry slam in school, I am teacher of future woman and man I am Seuss’s Sam I am I rhyme and like green eggs and ham I am, also, a quiet lamb but lion roars…

In the beginning, there was only you, wrapped entirely round each other, melding flesh in sweat soaked bliss, burning fire twisting through crystalline ice, warm and one. The end evolved, no drama nor violence, just a cooling through time of what had burned, a tepid…