(Haiku 2015 @ 7:15 p.m.)  

  Daybreak walk sniffing and seeking spot for feculenceLunch inside inattentive and waiting Alas! Time for catch running, playing could be outside all day! Alack! He/She must stop and so must I. I curl up on top of a pillow and fall asleep. Sweet four…

I am a face Being a face is not your everyday business There are a lot of responsive responsibilities involved We serve as a primary identification for our bearers (or carriers) For example, my bearer-person is known to be happy When I stretch my underlying musculature…

They have been bred into domesticity, Our four legged friends, Taught to catch, carry, play, care and come, Without them we would fall to the wolves. They help us in ways we cannot fathom, Form the smallest of breeds, To the biggest of hearts, They…

A familiar face-my face. And yet not thoroughly known, not even to me.   What a pity that I can’t see my face when I sleep; I am sure that it’s the most serene face.   My daily face is that of a person who…

No one ever said learning to love yourself would be easy. It actually seems to me possibly the hardest thing I have ever done. That’s saying a lot from a rape survivor, someone who has placed two children for adoption, has been a victim of…

Autobiography of a Face. Its round. Perfectly round. Swiss-precision built. A face, With hands! Who knew? It ticks off my days, Relentlessly stoic, Unable To warn, Or cajole When pushed to extremes By my casual waste Of time.

Your crags of shadow driven thicker by the morning light; I never knew so many shades of white, until I saw you; The glare of your western face in the 6 am orb of sun. The wrinkles of century old glaciers ribbed with dirt, And…

The cold water washed over my aching, sweating body. It was July in Sacramento California, unforgiving heat. The clock proudly read 7pm, the heat was starting to give Beads of sweat started to form on my forehead, I shut my eyes, and let my head…