Why would I tell the world My favorite thing? My most precious Beloved Possession? Are you kidding me? After what I’ve been through? Just to tempt those who want it all? All I’ve got? All I’ve earned? All I’ve ever had? I may as well…

What one possession Is my obsession? What do I treasure more than gold, frankincense or myrrh? My camera, my memory maker, Recorder of dreams and scenes, Preserver of people, Sharp as a needle, Life through a lens, Anxiety ends When things are brought into focus And…

I sit at the type writer. Words come from my finger tips. Short quips and poor rhymes. Beautiful love poetry and sad lines. Odes of my life and sonnets for Rachel. The same songs with a new tune. I am sitting here. Pretending I am…

any age young or old can learn so many things happening in his or her life   learning is an unending endeavor learning surpasses all boundaries no matter whatever age level does     keeping into heart whatever learning we have sometime relearning it or unlearning…

The hunter cometh I feel his footsteps His bow he raises I must escape, but where?

Beauty you and you haven’t changed since  the last moment I saw you wearing the towers you grew and stretch so high i your gray streets marked with the droppings from cars in passing leaving their scent behind making their territory my breath hangs above me…

Sleep deprivation. Sounds worse than it is. Just Makes my brain fuzzy.

  I’m outlining my halo with a silver line inspired by the smiles that I’d hope to find Initially I saw you and Instantly I knew that my intentions were to be born with great words from you I feel like a predator But I…

Memories, every day, Sewn into a square. It’s past halfway, Multicolored, and it may Be big enough to share.

Some say I am a witch, a comforting thought. ‘My other car is a broom’.   But that means I am free to fly into the night, to laugh like nothing else matters, to let go of the wheel because the broom will take me…