His Wife, His Marriage I sit in his bedroom and in his home. Now, he orders me to cook and wash his dishes.   I am Crocodile I wait in the blue burqa of water For my time to surge up and bite my jailer’s…

A black heart Unfeeling, cold-blooded Dead within A light Bright as the sun smiles on me Little by little the darkness lifts away Blood warms Feelings reappear A vibrant, beating mass of heart emerges from the darkness full of life, but guarded Afraid to trust…

Back, pass the green valley is my secret spot I feel closer to God when I’m there it’s my little doorway to heaven sunny, bright, protected peaceful and kind The butterflies land upon my shoulders in their own way of saying hi I crouch down instantly and lay…

My mem’ries are doors. All I have to do is knock And they turn for me.

“Here, this is the bridge you cross; it’s old, And has been crying out for something more; Perhaps you could knock it down.   “This stone path takes us to a meadow It is said that Keats once walked here. Or something. Imagineer it: gravel….

The sun shines best through the cracks, through the tracks of the paths less taken. Shaken, we stir the breeze; ask the trees for ribbons of things we do not know. Throw us the glimmer of a day spent raising limbs, climbing something greater than…

Secret Garden A special place all my own Dreams fly free Cares flow gently away Senses renewed Body Relaxed Purpose awakened A place of peace and tranquility My secret garden

Eyes are the windows to a soul – yours are an azure blue nightmare haunting my sleep.

My Dog, Alfred Fashioning himself as a gangsta, Alfred Hitchcock wears his gray hoodie whenever I take him for a walk through our local grave yard. He enjoys peeing on tombstones. An intimidating terrior with penetrating eyes and monolithic Easter-Island ears, he refrains from barking,…

  Oh, my gosh! You did it again. Why are you convinced I need a new friend? Why did you get that puppy?   That ‘Molly’ tried to chew my tail! She chewed up a shoe and half the mail. Did you notice she pees on the rug?…