One fine day, Everything will be perfect, One fine day, You will shine like a star, One fine day, There will be no war, One fine day, There will be no worries, One fine day, There will be no failures, One fine day, You will…

BABY BOOMERS Mostly survivors Our fathers returned from The last good great war They built Levittown, Disneyland, American Dreams of perfection TIcky tacky lots With ticky tacky houses, Castles in the sky And we rebelled

Did we dance around each other too long? I don’t know.   Did I miss your desire for me? I don’t know.   Did you try and catch me? I don’t know.   Could we have had love together? I don’t know.

She told him that she loved him one heated sunny afternoon in the middle of the summer months when the sunflowers were in full bloom. Autumn arrived with falling leaves coating the sidewalk with sunset red and she told him she loved him beneath aged…

I didn’t know you were my favorite — I whispered it in your ear, just in time Before you left me with all the rest. I didn’t know you were my favorite – That might have made it awkward, Here amongst the living. I whispered…

  When I groan in pain Or jump in ecstasy! And crib for anything and everything Would you still be there?   When I sleep for hours And shop till I drop Kiss you hard, till you are breathless Would you still be there?  …

  Outsourcing goods and work; Can we outsource love? I ask those who daily suffer indignities, Who are sold into sex trafficking.   Outsourcing data and services; Can we outsource love? I ask those who day by day have no choice, Who are sold for…

Stop Close your eyes and go to sleep When you close your eyes do you dream? Try not to close your eyes without dreaming Now close your eyes What do you see? (5 August 2017)

Where to from here I’m lost I fear No road to follow No horizon on the morrow I’m lost I fear Am nowhere near Where I’m supposed to be Am detoured, not free No road to follow My shoes are hollow Neither here nor there…

Like a delta, space empties and opens into the sea between. our bodies–converging, swaying and parting; fluid feelings beneath the skin and cells—thoughts wired as one grid. Vast as universe, tiny as mushroom minutia— a message system between all.