Tears fall down as much as the rain outside was, I kept ingeminating, its not possible – cannot be happening, like the hated porcelain doll, his figure was unchanging, however, it turns out as poignant comedies, and I became cognizant of his equanimity, ashamed at my…

The main ingredient has arrived All eyes on me What the fuck you looking at (Fuck you mean) Bitch you on know me Im da gatekeeper (Wont let yo ass in) Queen of the damned (Won’t forgive you for your sins) Goddess of the people…

I yearn for a life that living cannot bring, quiet corridors with passages I can hide in, escaping men that claw my pant legs begging for attention, demanding validation for their actions, a validation I would not give, “Do you have a boyfriend?” “No” “Do…

The iron fist’s grip is slipping and arthritic Rusted and soon to be obsolete Or at least less relevant Say the idealists Soon all forms of authority will be eclipsed When consciousness is digitized and exists in space that’s infinite This analog wetware meat vessel…

Statue of Buddha Frannie Z   In Thailand and Burma and once, Afghanistan. Here and now, on top of an old CD shelf. . He raises generous arms, greets this present world and perhaps worlds beyond.   Next to the CD shelf is a large…

Jeeps are good for traveling. My daughter and I went to the lake. The moon shone across the lake. Shadows Of Life were in the water. The light of the Moon remind me the of the light of His presence. Then suddenly shadows appeared behind…

A banquet spread out in lavish settings, awaits It is the wedding of a famous personality With thousands of guests expected to attend The traffic is diverted on roads leading to the venue The police personnel guard to avoid trespassers The guests flow in, one…

  I crave delicate touches Possibility, pure innocence, and untainted curiosity Shinning in the eyes of a toddler. Spreading joy with reckless abandon. Chubby folds, powdered diaper bums Frolic in the air Babbling  baby gibberish I love delicate touches… j.r.m© 2016

Ghazal: God Knows Now where do I go from here? God knows! God may not speak to me, but God knows. A forest of poets has sprung up. How do they grow and flourish? God knows. How can I see what I write about When…

One after another the tiny bodies emerge. When the time for birthing comes, they all come out. Birth makes its own rules, its own time. Strategies vary. One whale or elephant child is born, and fiercely guarded, While the salmon spends itself to find a…