Office supplies piled high should stir my heart and mind but he defiles all he touches When they’re used as empty props to support his thieving aims he inflames my heart and mind Virgin folders make it plain he’s never really worked at all and…

Driving past fields of plenty longing for the past in our hearts. Hoping for a taste of remembrance through sights and smells and tastes. New landmarks abound making direction unclear. Until home peers out from the monstrous growth. A refreshing signal that childhood was here.

Morning walks to the bus stop Steady steps in the coolness A ride through my city An adventure to be discovered.   Steady steps in the coolness Take me past yipping puppies bravely guarding their people against my menace as I laugh. Yoga devotees stretch,…

oh gods oh gods will you receive me now? my body broken and my mind torn my once peaceful existence drowned in the epiphany of madness. oh gods oh gods will you receive me now? my Facade ripped away to reveal my heart, drowning in…

The slow drizzle of gray-turned-rain laps gently on the canvas covered deck tapping its own rhythm to the quiet continuo of Corinthian chimes muting the wind the slow drizzle of gray-turned-rain sliding off branch and rail, soaking the thirsty ground as yellow finches and the occasional…

             Surrounded by dead people. They visit us at home or traveling, Day or night, asleep or awake. We see them in other people, In ourselves. They’re sneaky. They pop up in the grocery aisle, Sit beside us at the movies, Often join us for…

Weigh In   Start a race. Start a race for freedom, others cannot understand, the embrace is pounds of flesh. The cut was deep inside, no way to hide, from what will come, I am undone. No place to run.   No place to run….

Memorable        toilet                recriminations Flowering          rectangular      ministries Rippling and      dribbling          through time Yes                     to the day        with a fork Memorable rectangular dribbling with a fork. Flowering          rectangular     …

Eight pounds of ferocious, ears perked into fleecy triangles, tail wound into a clenched fist, he howls at the monsters outside. He howls at the monsters outside as they creak and stomp through the world. only the shrillness of his war charge keeps his charges…

St Lucy’s bells ring out this noon: A sluggish Saturday, a bummer. My mandolin is out of tune. A long slow crawl past May and June, Past hot dogs, burgers, to late summer, To this tame time, this sad-faced noon. Drenched are the rooftops of…