He was such a precocious child He was such a warm-hearted child He was such an affectionate child He has become so apathetic He has become so cold He has become so hard Yet I love him still and forever. (OK, this one tested my…

Getting the diagnosis was unbelievable, sobering, confusing to the max. Adjusting to this new reality is requisite, impossible, unfinished as of this writing. Update at 10 (years, we hope).

7. Deconstructing Poetry    Be it  Shakespear or Rumi, People are intimidated by poetry. But poetry is just a talented art, that a poet uses, to write from within  his/ her heart. There is hardly a hidden meaning, when a poet is composing.   Haiku,…

A world separate from worlds Where spectral bodies roam without limits They watch the good and bad Young and old Protecting and observing Maybe they love too We’ll never know For they live but are not part of life      

Poetry marathon Early starters Late bloomers Each find their way Their sunny day In the space That lies Between Both ways That’s where I lies… With my Amateur Way… Ha ha ha..

under the bridge lived a man named sam he smelled like beer and he slurred when he spoke   he had no home to return to he had no job to hold he had no money left to spend   just a fool who loved…

Sleepless from a dream of Scotch-Irish eyes meeting mine as he closes in for a kiss, I linger at the open window let humidity stifle my desires. It takes a while. I lay back down, pretending I can feel his heat against me, but know…

Sevenling My father was a complex man: Honourable, wounded, dark of wit & mind Not always good with children. These things he also gave into my hand: Myth & legend, healing, the books I read of every kind, Family to pass down to children. I…

My brain is starting to hurt. My mind is weary. I’m not sure I’m doing this right. New stuff is scary. It’s like standing naked in front of an audience and you’re all hairy- especially if you’re prone to like being a hair-free zone. It…

Creativity, chaos, illusions and dreams Sadness, laughter, anxiety and defeat This is what makes me who I am Thoughts so scattered you couldn’t try and piece them together if you tried Memories so embedded into my brain that I couldn’t carve them out with a…