Waves crescendo into a mighty wisp, crashing against the rocks. Seagulls swoop and dive in a fury of anticipation. But no sound. Emptiness. Silent echos of nothing.   Memories that stop. Always dreaming, but never dreamt. Prelude with no finale. All being, but never been….

The Sky is Uncertain of Rain The sky is uncertain of rain as it pours On sand, on the canopy, on shores I cannot speak for all the skies But I trust mine never lies He is different than all of his kin Prudence with…

My favorite meal, also my favorite type of woman I may prefer two large breasts, but that alone is not enough I need some passionate, spicy, liquid love to excite me And on one side I like the boundary shells and cheesiness And on the…

not everything that shines is gold we tend to get distracted,  by bulky packages and shiny things because we think it makes us happy there is a price which others pay for our bulky, shiny things; with their life they sacrifice for our finery By: KMH 2015

telling me the Time to go out for a walk ordering me about to play i learn to play with a ball telling me the time without knowing it to get up early in the morning letting me know he loves me without words telling…

Love doesn’t conquer all; No amount of love is sufficient to donkey-punch Death and keep our loved ones with us and immune from the effects of aging and disease; Even short of that, relationships where one or both of the parties thought they were in…

birds of a feather flock together at least that is what they say and so it is today – all the writers with their paper and pens IPADS and laptops or any other electronic devices they choose to use – they stretch out on chaise…

Time flys:  Reading Facebook posts, waiting for the next prompt Time flys: I can’t retain my thoughts long enough to get them on the page. Time flys: John asks “You wanna go to bed or what?” I fantasize about saying yes to both. Time flys:…

cherry trees in bloom so red… just as the rash in His face… he talks to her and His face becomes more red than the cherries she holds in her hand… under White cherry blossoms His face is pale white and covered by a White…

I feel so young in your presence so old in your absence as if aeons conspire with distance to age me.