Starry Night (Poem 8) Tonight, I’m letting go   Tonight, I’m giving it all up   Tonight, I’m going off the grid   Tonight, I’m away from it all   Tonight, It’s gonna be just me and the stars   Tonight, It’s about self reflection…

I am moving. My two-bedroom unit is no longer mine. Walk in closet, big coat closet, two bedroom closets—and pantry. Gone. I will have one bedroom. One closet. Kitchen cabinets enough— if I part with all I hold dear: Grandma’s Depression Glass. Family photos, Bible,…

White blends with black Lines like flags atop the sea Eyes peek in a stare The brush dances, twists and curves A seamless burst of beauty  

Why do I always do this to myself? Scary movie onscreen, my pick for the evening, but I’m the one hiding my face and closing my eyes. Most of the time it isn’t the images that bother me, but the noise. Surely some of that…

An ocean of crimson nectar shrouded by a refractive vessel as if to preserve the substance for eternity, or longer Medicinal ferment to soothe the aches numb the pain free the creative juices and entice sleep Social lubricant of the ages frees the tongue from…

Walls of glass, Doors of iron, Nothing can keep me from you. Screams of fear, Tears of shame, Nothing can make me forget. Splintered wood, Deafening silence, Nothing could prepare me. The deafening silence, From the tears of shame, Break through the glass walls. And…

Imagine one day, you open the closet door. Rows and rows of shoes align, your shirts, your jackets, your suits, your ties, and yet you fall into time, into space, and I’m there again, amidst the dresses, skirts, the mirror world between us and distance forgotten as we…

The 11th hour   The 11th hour is coming near. Where will you be? As the Earth begins to crumble from the mass of unmarked graves.   The children who were once alive now wander the land crying for their parents who are no longer…

Lying on the floor Too exhausted to move My tears have all escaped The carpet just barely dry The room is getting brighter As seeping through the blinds The first rays of morning Make their way into my world Stretching forth across the floor Reminding…

Hour Eleven How many grains of sand on a beach? How many minds can one teach? How many atoms make up this land? How often should each soul lend a hand? How many leaves fall in the autumn? How many have been beaten down by…