Loud, pretentious, brassy conditions. Too few partitions. I’ll be taking care of you. Perky and solicitous. Fulfilling all your wishes. Tasty and delicious? Awesome, those dishes? Smiling and accepting the over-priced, over-advertised food fabrications. Pretending that superlatives apply to simple samplings. Feigning satisfaction. High calories,…

I began with a poem about the ideal dreamlike 16th century courtship between Shakespeare and Anne Hathaway, and I end with something more contemporary. Similar dreamy idyllic moments, but completely different realities. How will this story turn out? Read on… My head rests against his breastbone The…

Memories of camping Being out by the lake Marking a fire And cooking dinner over it Play games in the woods Not for a prize but for glory only Pitching a big tent That has room to spare Roasting marshmallows and making s’mores. Then looking…

The moon shines through your window and you know that today there’s no glory for your team You spare a thought for solo athletes who also haven’t had the best of days But it’s no time to shed a lake of tears there is still…

We parked the Jeep and watched the moon rise over the lake. Only a few clouds glowing with the glory of the moonlight. The entire sky lit up with stars, a universe-sized canopy of fairy lights The baby fell asleep in her car-seat. We watched for…

Mewling wicked soul, echoing from black,white and brown race Puking bad words from their mouth and Stinging on kindred spirit. Denouncing illegal, immoral acts and publicly criticizing skin colors are blameworthy. Proclaiming religious beliefs are a curse,that causes human hostile. Homosexuality, transgenders or bisexual are…

A freak, crazy, girl, An alien in this world. That’s what peopld often call me, Whenever I proclaim You are my Lord. They don’t understand what it feels like, To be with You for the rest of my days, All they know is to judge…

I love going to the lake and looking at the moon, I am going to panic if I do not leave soon, Grab the jeep along with a spare tire, make it there at night and sit by the fire.   In the morning pull…

Moon lake, Wider than memories, I cross you in dreams. Lazy waves carve moon beams into scalloped blades that cleave meat from bone and stitch words into stories. Over the lake, And far above the moon, A nighttime sky, silent and black, Arcs in a…

I loved him so hard there was no room in my heart to spare For any other feelings when he took me Out to the lake that night. Through the canopy of trees, The full moon illuminated the planes of his face I thought, oh…