Company   It’s the witching time of night, or did I miss it in a flurry of paper and purple ink?   This early morning hour is tricky because out of the corner of my eyes I am constantly seeing people who are not there…

Being alive in a world half-dead Is torture in itself For all the skins and tears and words that I have shed No one will know as they collect dust on my shelf.

I was ten years old, weather was finally warm and my sister and I began talkin’ about things really deep; God and heaven and hell and dyin’, where we would go if we did die and would we be in heaven with Great Grandma –…

I looked you up It’s been thirty long years Bitter first love Stabs a dagger through my heart Made me cold and distant For all these years I’ve let you go, I think But could we have been? No telling now After all you’re somewhere…

the lot in life for a writer solitary time savored the attraction lost on others not so infected alone is not lonely my companions the ideas in my head, struggling to make their way to freedom through fingers artfully laying them across blank pages remaining…

Thank You for Dreaming (for the incomparable mystery writer, Lynne Murray) Frannie Z   Your dreams cross the Bay over the bridge and yield magic. I thank you yet again for Sir John  Falstaff, sexy fat vampire.   Your San Francisco never stops loving you…

In the dead of the night, when the whole world is fast asleep It’s when I am truly awake, enlightened and graced by words. Every night, people are safely tucked under their favorite blankets, dreaming dreams…. I, on the other hand, wrapped up cozy in…

Hang your head, the preacher man said. There is a hole, within your soul, and, you better fix it, before you’re dead. Amen, the choir sang. Amen, the crowd chanted. Amen, the church bells rang. Amen, the sinners recanted. Holy Rolling comes hard to me….

Dear Anointed One, I have given it much thought. I have decided to take your advice and vote my conscience. I will not vote for someone who supports fracking I will not vote for someone who is beholden to the corporate elites I will not…

Farewell to Poets Staying awake all night. Ready for bed with the morning light. While others plan for Sunday, A little swimming, a little play, I will sleep, and dream, and probably snore. Writing haibuns, please no more. My head is blurry, my thoughts are…