Just a shitty old field with logs in it I guess people wanted to park there it certainly was no park. Old telephone poles littered about. Never paid much attention to it. New parking lot New train stop New lamp posts New asphalt perfect. I…

Light grows like weeds in and out—swift slips inside dark recesses, cracks cave to brillance. Far off in the universe, dust and wind wash away turbulence—all unseen. Still, we chill down our spines, turn to reach another, nodding.

In the backyard Under the mango tree Still are written the words That you never said to me.   A branch leaning over another Tells the story of our childhood When we fought to grab the swing And how everytime you used to win.  …

Outside my back door birds singing, crickets chirping Nature sings the best  

Clutching my fantastical book I push past the hanging grasping coats Into the back of the wardrobe I am eight It is an old, well-travelled wardrobe In the corner of a nondescript room In a seaside holiday cottage I am eight I inhale the musty…

not one place but many distance traveled, space explored every night you die. the places you have been disappear when you lay your head   each day represents a new life, you are no longer who you were and neither are the people who loved…

11 AM POEM Learning, not for the first time and it won’t be the last. Holding onto to energy and being glued to the words. Concentration on the here and now not future or past. Looking for creation that may be absurd   Listening to…

Happy thoughts eluded her In the melee of rejoicing   The colors that surrounded her Turned gray as it touched her   She felt like a misnomer In a sea of uniformity   Nothing could break her out of the gray   Until she let…

Baby ladies rule Doing the stroll, doing deeds Unheard of before Baby ladies primp And preen in neon puddles Left by summer storms Baby ladies blow Pink bubblegum fire crackers While luring their prey Baby ladies climb Into childhood beds with Shredded teddy bears Baby…

There is a vase of dried flowers and peppers Sitting behind my computer as I type Bought long ago at a farmer’s market In the deepest hues of reds and yellows Colors frozen in time. But they are long past faded now The red peppers…