Oh the deception of Fear, with it’s False Evidence Appearing Real and the redundancy of future tripping. Such anxious delirium produces naught but frozen tense reaction, inaction and restless hamster wheel spinning in the cage of my mind. Conscious awareness of each breath brings me home…

Technology is a strange and mildly addicting science at best.  It is not as mysterious and as far reaching as the study of the stars as in astronomy, not to be confused with astrology. Technology is the means by which we communicate most readily. Two of…

I used to dance, you know Though it was more like Prancing around…all day long But it made me happy. That day, when it all happened It felt like dreaming Floating over the sky And when I woke up.. How did I feel? Nothing..really It…

    Can one ever be so bold when one is not too old?   When I was a child, the adults often asked, “Why are you so bold?” You are too young to be so bold!” I was often told.   To which I…

Chapter 7: Rescue   No sailors stumble off battered boats To fall into lovers’ arms – not today. I didn’t believe I would see him.   Another year – empty docks, another winter coming – My only wish – that he is still alive somewhere…

At the beak of dawn I can feel the ocean breeze gently waking me, and I hear the doves cooing; I don’t hear my hummingbirds.

The thought of not able to see you Causes me angst The thought of not able to hold your hand Causes me angst The thought of not waking up to you next to me Causes me angst The thought of losing the memories we shared…

I don’t want to be the first to say this I fret because my skin is brown Why don’t you like me? Is my hair too wild? My curls too tangled Twisted my lock at night For length and acceptance Can my skin pass the…

I live for the imagery of travel The journey and the road That finds us closer to the sun Away from the cold, dark forest I live for the endless roads Stretched out across vast lands Of my imagination Winding mountain passages Going straight to…

Doll For Paul It was always your smile, Doll The words are written yet rumble and roll through my belly like thunder It is not the first time I have blushed when so addressed The pitch-forked feminist on my shoulder thinks I should be offended,…