Hour Six Who are you, I know not who. You’re not the person I once knew. Funny compassionate, witty, and loving, No longer the same you’re just somebody. I believed in you and you in me or so I thought, Together forever, until death we…

Making my way as everyone says walking the road that has been travelled looking around and finding out what is. Hoping to succeed in everything that I need Looking around and feeling the answers inside I will not give in to something I do not…

The humming growl looms Consuming all in its path Vacuuming the floor

And the land holds promise A whole new landscape of what can be What should be And the land is green When it is yet uncultivated Fresh, open to new ideas and ideals And the land is green A virgin land like no other And…

To fall off the edge of the Earth is to fall into a never-ending beginning. First, you’ll hear God whisper muspell, and a big bang will echo off the chests of the other gods into void ripping one apart. From his pieces a fruit-bearing tree…

Stuck. In a rut. I called for a muse The gods sent Audre Lorde   World-weary and wise If silence will not save me then confusion will not salve me

It will be not pyrotechnic but arithmetic: the final tally, what you’ve done, what you’ve failed to do. Peering over dispassionate columns of unregistered evils, it’s God, Peter Singer, and a bottle of whiskey making good use     of heavy brass scales. On one side, love…

imagine earths’ edge far off horizon defined end sharp corners, hard lines a tipping point    what’s over the side? all the other earth’s this one could’ve been    if this were a different world different humans different histories different systems  different beliefs  different theories…

Description: Several interlocking cycles of words, which can be read starting in a few different places. Moving left-to-right, one reading might be: I hear your words have meanings even the meaningless interjections mean something to me I can’t unsee Another might be: Words have meanings…

Peering over a flat earth!   Cusp   The sea pouring into stars. A waterfall of sweeping  light. The mist of dawn collected in a glowing orb. Moon, upside-down, floats by, a silver-pocked  rock. Thousands of galaxies whistle by in neon flashes. A stop-gap of…