There is no true line of division in time Past or Future Present is an instant a second and its all over like sand particles and ocean shores it washes away like dust no line of division like pain like love like life at some…

Dearest companion of twenty plus years, How you make me laugh, your fur dries my tears. From Missouri to Georgia, together we went. You are a gift to me, you are heaven sent. You’ve detected bugs in the house and a dishwasher leak, Your meows…

I just want to be dead Wish to sleep on my last bed This world has a fever and fret Barren land wants to be wet Eternity is the state of mind Taste the death if you want it find Among the masses I am…

I wish I could emanate light in one, long, straight shot to the world to say I am here, I am alive I am ok. But a long time ago I lost that light Illumination was taken from me when I could not defend myself….

Hour Three- she soaked her dreams, yearnings, anxieties, and hunger in the aroma of mulberry paper- her favorite among other aromas spicy, torrid, arid, humid and provocative.   her unbounded spirit and hunger savor cactuses, orchids and ambrosia- between mythical pauses: her spiritual cauldron persists…

My deeds which I did, Required a strenght to read . As in time, Is the nicest crime  I attempted to fail, is to love avail To connect with someone and be in jail.

Forlorn, Forlorn, my smile has gone Do come if deep concern to be shown Every moment my heart was aching Still tried to live for my darlings saking Ruminate for awhile, what I felt All matters how were to be dealt  A long journey of…

  The light is just right. Background of red and beige, Decorated with dark brown dots. Creases ironed in muslin, Crow’s feet If crows had eighteen toes. Alien furrows Separate black caterpillars, Above a drooping but decorated squint. Folds like elephant skin Appear around the…

If the shell of you met the shell of me, I wonder if we would get anywhere, if eye to eye the truth we could still see. Would we walk right on by, without a care; would we feel any connection or stare just long…

How imperfect you seem now. How much work would it be to restore you? All the beauty that surrounds you, why do you remain? I’ll bet it used to be a gorgeous view. Warm and safe, a home for the ones who built it together….