Which of these Juices Is the best? I ask my pendulum to decide Swinging it in a circle Until it triangulates To the perfect choice. And it always chooses perfectly. So many choices Too little time Precious few dollars To waste on the wrong product….

The sleep of the dead, Begins as others awake. Still, dreamless slumber Restores the deprivation. This lack of sleep – Slowly, dreams begin A thin coat of sweat covers me. The sun makes its appearance known, Prying through my eyelids. Sounds of life outside –…

I try so hard To remain positive, Think head strong, Think great thoughts, Carry a cool breeze, Blow the minds of the weak, In the midst of the worst, At the beginning of the best, But still you speak Languages that shatter hopes, Spell words…

Thoughts tumble through my head As snores whisper softly in the night I itch to make myself useful But fear waking anyone up Pacing silent, I listen to the house hum Noticing background noises without laughter It’s an eerie kind of peaceful Despite the plans…

The trains go by One by one Right on time Ding dong the doors are closing Ding dong the next station is coming Never ending no not really You do rest they say But whenever I’m there One by one The trains go by

my mother ironed my school shirts white blouses that go with plaid skirts and tucked her love in the pockets   now I’m the mother who irons rarely trying to raise my kids so fairly making sure to buy clothes with extra pockets   and…

Writing, Pencil on the finger tips Ink on the hands This has been my life   Telling Stories to entertain Stories to amaze This has been my life   Sharing With my friends and family With students and co-workers This has been my life  …

We’ll be the best ever, unstoppable, something the world has never even seen  

It’s that time again Black Friday The sun has set. Some haven’t seen a bed in six days Because they’re waiting for bargain Everyone is out there Wating, keeping track Soon it will be dawn And they willl conquer Malls, castles, stores and halls Meanwhile…

The coffeehouse had been my hub ever since I’d moved downtown; its dark walls were covered by burlap coffee bags, and, upstairs, a large reproduction of Robert Doisneau’s kissing couple stood over an old sofa where younger kids took over. As long as I had…