I am a ceaseless wanderer who carries all I own as I wander place to place not knowing which is Home.   I tread the path of the world as aimlessly I go searching, seeking waiting, hoping for something I don’t know.   I’ve always been…

A vision that propels the ship into the ocean, against the tides; aware lightning can strike anytime The strategy that steers the mast in the correct direction, to counter the fierce waves or float along The lonely call of an occasional seagull, the silence as…

Candlelit dinners create conversations And sounds of silent spaces Inbetween Words  Or exchanging of looks Give samples of you Revealing interests Causing revel in imagination We intoxicate to sedate Our minds, and not to deny Our bodies We rather be sublime And in the moment So…

Fishing under a bright moon, do these creatures know what’s happening? I think about their feelings, how they must feel when we throw our lines out. If they even think about it, is it intrigue, or more along the lines of panic? The trees above…

Lights and sounds strobe around me Sleep deprivation creates phantoms flashes Almost taking form Like traffic speeding by Eyes Open! Awake! I make myself small. I make myself fade. Heart racing Mind numb Calm and still So no one notices No one sees No one…

On that perfect drive in your silver Jeep We rode to the Lake With the pink Moon Lighting our way Glory beat from our chests As I awaited to be laying under the Canopy of stars with my head adhered to your Breastbone

Panic As you rush Already knowing what To expect but Trying not to expect the worst There were no bells No whistles No way to have known Expect to be present No indication to say Words that could’ve given Peace Just panic

Life is more smudgy. The lights are softer. Letters are constantly out of focus. Despite pushing them further up, And moving your screen closer, The letters are still smudged. It feels like a constant sleepy, In the corner of your eye. Stuck and annoying. Of…

I get it from my mother he tells me as he sways on the kerb I look at him that vacant stare and think of those instructions tucked away inside each and every cell and I shake my head and wonder how many of them…

Grimeon rose from icy depths, His breath stagnant as dead lilies. Legs frozen from winter’s orbit. Wings iced to his back. He shook as I stood in awe, Sniffed my perfume wafting Through cold spring air. I dare not catch his eye. Oh, mighty dragon!