They multiply at night like rabbits. The boxes, oh, the boxes… Taking over my home. Oh, how they all roam! Filled with things I do not need. Oh, sooooooo heavy… I imagine the match and I light it with my mind…

  Hour 17 It’s 7:25 Nighttime on Maui Twelve hours ago we flipped off lights Now they are back on Cat is ready for his nightly jaunts My body craves sleep and normalcy I don’t remember either Words struggle with me now Taunting me Hiding…

The dictionary defines “duck and dive” as — using one’s ingenuity to deal with or evade a situation. & that’s exactly what I’m about to do now with my next poem. #25 the water fowl went ———–beneath the surface of the lake DEFINITELY THE MOST…

I miss her. Nails click~clacking across the floor, I miss her. Walking up to my front door I still see her face, happy nose through the hole in the screen growing wider. I miss her. So many tricks, so smart. Many a bet was won…

Leave your children, you can have more Forget your pets, new ones can be found Forget your car, it is a dead weight Forget your clothes, they will turn to dust Books. Save your books. Save as many as your two arms can carry. No,…

Be grateful of those who look in your eyes and tell you how they feel. Embrace the moment and learn from each giving situation. Don’t force things and give thanks for each blessing. Treasure the good memories and let go of the painful memories. Enjoy…

against a summer sky’s backdrop words begin to unite high above the plain and hills drowning out winds of sea and sky- worlds collide like day and night. no clear cut message- only empty white noise still heard in the deep and all around the…

Autobiography of a…Face?   My smile. It draws people in. From far away I reel them in. They are captured by my eyes shining bright looking at them. They look to my lips. They forget my hips. (Or do they?) Pressed against me. My hugs…

You turn your head sorrow masculine cliches fear. You catch your breath shame masculine pride tears. What? What is it? The joy is leaking from my heart.

My precious. Though I have many (and I love them all) in different places I call home. My precious is mostly black, with red insides, and its curves fit my hand perfectly. My precious is with me every morning, bringing a dose of my addiction….