In the midnight hour With a rebel yell She wrote: More, more, more   Poem 16 singing Pickett’s and Idol’s Voices ringing   Feeling kinda funny As the hour shifts   Raven came a call in’ Nevermore   I’ve been writing, sharing Like never before…

The handle turns slowly in silence Darkness and worry play tricks on the mind Objects appear to move on the floor Shadows dance across the walls Lights reflect in mystery Creaks and groans fill the night It’s only imagination (But sometimes it’s not) The handle…

Words carelessly crafted don’t hide your emotions The eyes give you away You look above and you look below Never meeting my gaze I hear it in your voice It falters and cracks Something sinister comes your way? I sense fear in your lament  

Too many things going on at the same time Enough time to handle those things that I want Yet some must be left behind Some times it’s necessity Which includes some silly shenanigans Choosing between two things Hoping not to regret a thing

I long for words as pointed and direct as driven nails. Bang, bang, bang, each blow directly on the head, Driving the point home, joining board to board, thought to idea. There is no glamour or stammer in rough carpentry. This is not finish carpentry…

Where’s my music, I need it now. The world is in bad shape, I don’t know how We’re gonna fix it. I don’t want to worry But without that music I can’t tell my story. It fills my soul, makes me feel full Even though…

Within The Silver Glass Within the silver glass I spy the mask I wear, this perfect lie. A happy face, but it’s not me. I show them what they want to see while deep inside I slowly die. I cannot let them see me cry,…

Moonlight shimmered On sweat across her Breastbone that Rose and fell with The wind’s breath Flitting along the lake Under a netted canopy Sprinkled with stars that Sparkled across the Gleam of her teeth and Glisten of her eyes as I Beheld her glory in…

“CAT FOR SALE” The call came through the market Setting small hearts off like a rocket The thought of a small ball of fur Brought feet skittering to hear the purr Eyes widened upon reaching the destination Mouths opened in “O’s” of surprised animation This…

The first day we met I was in jeans with a Jimi Hendrix tee on And I had garlic pizza for lunch And I was quiet because I don’t like new people And I had just finished my Math homework And I was editing…no writing…