When feet long to wander the only choice is surrender. Slipping home into my pocket I take to the road, gypsy dreams my map and guide. Stopping only when fancy strikes, sustenance comes in the gifts of nature and man, comfort in a fleeting kindness….

Sleep deprivation comes easy when you sleep on a concrete mattress and pillows made of dirt and grass Comfort levels tend to hide when the streets become your bed privacy has no space when you forget the last place you laid to rest. ~ism

A clear, flowing river in the middle of the desert, where the water was dry, John and Jill fetched water to spill, to see Jack and Jane rolling the sandy hills. Let’s continue while taking a nap, I’ll tell you a fable and it’s all…

#PoemNo11   Her feral heart untamed, restless fickle…. seeks adventures beyond this earthly premise.   Like the wind, free, moving from place to place leaving bits of memories in the hearts of those that she crossed paths with…   Her world different with no permanent…

Keats was the guy our English teachers fawned all over ‘Ode on a Grecian Urn’ spellbound many a napping student, when not making their stomachs churn Coleridge, Wordsworth, Shelley all dutifully took their turns more recently was Neruda, in love with socks – a sartorial,…

I probably should have waited until I’d fallen in love or was old enough to vote instead as soon as I met myself fully for the first time stepped out of my closet approved sanctuary declared myself ready for my happily ever after I was…

My hometown was poisoned, Chromium tainted water eating away at our bodies, the company was quick to cover, buying off people, buying out houses, just to tear them down, the desert ground overpowered spaces where houses once stood, people once lived, community once congregated, now…

I live on cold concrete, But that’s okay with me. I am more content than the rich. I am poor, broke and lonely. I tried to live in a house, But it required too much stress, I hated buying everything, I worked and dressed my…

That last one, a shapeshifter, was a kindergarten teacher Can you believe that? A real dainty thing before I snapped her head off She said she wasn’t an aswang anymore She’d been reformed Rules are rules. She’d killed before. So, off with her head. Her…

Everyday I catch them staring Trying to figure out if they should trust me Trying to decide whether they should give Or if they should pretend I don’t exist But out here I am invisible whether they physically see me or not I feel worthless…