2 a.m. The moon so bright that moonbeams become beacons, illuminate the dock until an abandoned steel canteen glitters like forgotten treasure Beneath a looming Douglas fir a shelf of rock the colour of weak coffee juts over the water’s surface Fog spirals from the…

In the hush of early morning fog, a single moonbeam barely sufficed to light my way toward the dock. In deed, I tripped on the concrete step as a less-than-muted DAMN! escaped my lips. Perhaps, had I downed less coffee in previous hours (the old…

. There were once seven bears – three were black, three were polar, one was bi-polar.   The remains of my day – one boiled egg, left-over corn flakes, a dab of butter   The remains after surgery – one left ventricle, four optic nerves,…

On the day Mary was alone She tried to create her clone She worked with deep brown soil Slaving away in wasted toil ‘Cos Man was dust plus life force A special blend of blood and bone  

Nauthiz   Weaved within the law of cosmic balance Knots in the web cause ‘need fire’ reaction Driven to turn stresses to strengths Needs & distress release, no longer a distraction   Changing Fate, with knowledge & wisdom The Norn orlog tablets for re-casting A…

The Great Alone _________________ How heavy is the world? You asked your dad before realizing it weighed him down How far to the moon? You asked your mom before knowing its vastness consumed her How is want, a brother And need, a sister? You asked…

I stray from thought to thought before birdsong fills the humid air in the blue dawn of summer as the feeling of you slips away. I don’t know where you are, where you were, or even if you were. Are you a vague memory, or…

While sitting on the dock of the bay, Watching the fog settle into a gentle hush, The moonbeam caught my eye. It reflected off of my canteen Sitting there on the concrete shelf.   Damn!  My coffee is cold. I walked over to the fir,…

She gave her everything she had. Her thoughts, her clothes Her entire body. She gave her all her laughs All her tears, all the anger All her frustration. But the reflection only stared back

Is it early Or is it late Frankly I’ve lost All track of time Is the light Streaming in Sunbeams or moonbeams The brain fog Doesn’t even go away With coffee It merely allows For concrete thoughts Damn if I’m not Ready to put this…