To most folks, I’m quite some combination; Mallory or Marlowe – take your pick. I worked for the DA once but then he chose to let me go. Now I’m a full-time private dick. Men have a tendency to look at me up and down…

  Poem 12 I Am The universe hides under my skin But the secret leaks out It can’t be contained Stars in my eyes heart of gold smile like a rainbow Hair like cotton Black as pitch Sappodilla coloured skin sweet inside and out Ancestors,…

Capturing this moment Eye lids rise and fall Each moment brings Closer to sunrise Each hour captures a unique display There is no sameness.

Cloud Mountain is— shrouded in mystery, where thought is soundlessly sleeping.   “Come down,out of the clouds,” my father warned— but I have always spent my free time, on Cloud Mountain’s pleasant slopes; where I can see more clearly, my daydreams floating by.

Poem 11 Driving in the dark Doubts haunting like the shadowy mountain range afar The air cool and thin Bumping along a narrow road punctuated by puddles and dirt Going beyond houses barricaded by high fancy walls with bright lights and landscaped foliage Into rougher…

Hat. A fedora tonight, I think. The air is a white plume on black noir. Boots. Laced, no, buckled tonight, yes. Blue-grey smoke, (not like that faggots’ eyes.) from my cigar, or is it my pipe, no, it’s a cigar tonight, Dominican, Full bodied, just…

I love teas, my favourite being the Chinese white teas, which are the top 2 buds of the tea plant, which are left to dry in the sun, with no roasting. White teas are caffein-free. The White Hairy Monkey tea of this poem was what…

  Poem 10 colours   Red flows from me From the soft folds of a slit A rhythmic cycle That sometimes I anxiously await and most times a daunting curse Brown skin a canvass Of lines, of spots and art Inked by needles coloured red,…

It was a public hallway at the Westchester County Center surrounding the arena hosting the circus Must have been an intermission For the boy to be there and see a clown in full make-up and outfit smoking into the pay phone and hear the voice…

(a villanelle) The witch was dead but the others told her it was all in her head Yet the headlines read as the corpse grew colder the witch was dead She knew she had bled the wounded soldier it was all in her head Still…