Feels like September after the rain in August only few weeks left we talk together and nobody hears what each other says

Clouds Clouds drift across the peaceful azure sky. As I sit quietly under this tree, I think of life’s big questions and then sigh. I wonder if someday I’ll truly see. As I sit quietly under this tree, the sun is warm shining upon my…

          i write a new day surprising it a twist for a twist mimicking life most familiar moments i write a new day it is an engaged moments in time mimicking life most familiar moments for a given time it is…

Tick. Tick. Tick. Moving ever forward. Always going. Always. Always. Always. Steady. Steady. Steady. Time plods along. With or without you. Forward. Forward. Forward. Tick. Tick. Tick. Around and around, The hands spin. Spin. Spin. Spin.

dark night ahead closing the day covering all my moves through the city erasing my thoughts of the future away dark night blurring my image of chatting people dark night erasing all my former friends

The critical voice is quite the crippling force don’t let it stop you

Under the moist blanket of pine needles and cool, dark, loose soil, early afternoon, though the veil of pine trees dropping its shroud of duskiness over the forrest; and in places we looked yesterday, we find popping up those familiar dark veiny fungus popping up…

Poem EIGHT has been removed and now appears on chocolate is a verb, 26 August 2016.

If finding change is somehow a sign I welcome every cent For in my mind, the pennies Help to prove you’re near I always seem to find them At my deepest, darkest moments When angst and despair come creeping To make me lose sight of…

We’re leaving the Great Park. It’s a scorcher out there. Her team just lost six to one. She’s quiet on the tortuous zag from the fields. I don’t think she feels responsible. At 17, she’s philosophical, albeit a touch cynical and weary. She carries her angst…