Hey, we need to take the dog for a mani-pedi. He really rocks that purple nail polish. I’m down for that. I’ve really thought about this. We need to create edible candles. I’m down for that. Oh! We need some garlic flavored jelly beans for…

The best place Always comes after The storm Which is not even always true For the sun   Sun is always here But he is unfairly Forgotten All the time When the clock Is ticking You take the light For granted Until you run Into…

Wild, wild… Used to be when it was you and me, Where are you now? Mental breakdown? In some forgotten town? Seem to have an affinity with people with ‘psychological issues’ A term so often misused For creatives, Imaginarium Natives, Why don’t I collect tissues…

She stared at the stone arch for hours after he left. At the field beyond, and the tree. The single tree where he first stole her kiss, Her heart, and her sainthood. The single, innocent tree About to be murdered by her husband. “I shall…

Sleep is elusive, and will probably strike when least expected – or welcome. It’s past ten o’clock at night, and only civil twilight. The red tint still touches the sky. Speakers buzz, unused. Turn them off. Sore arms already, how will I keep this up?…

Mountains high with glaciers white sparkling like twilight.   Volcanic fire with ash and soot seep into rock and root.   Crystal lakes gleaming blue and green hiding riches unseen.   Cross vast deserts through emerald forests Back through time before us.   See the…

Searching for you everywhere but cannot find you Another day comes to an end but still how can I get through You left without a trace, no footprints, no mark, And an empty heart only you can fill, only your light can spark. Chasing shadows…

#38 living in Oz where Christmas is in summer & the temps are usually in the high 30’s i don’t think we’ve ever had a special Christmas Cake Wikipedia tells me a favourite of many is the traditional Scottish Christmas cake the Whisky Dundee —…

Ode to San Antonio I remember backyard barbecues by downstairs neighbors Tejano music blaring for hours, infiltrating every inch of the apartment on floor number three where I’d sit stoned and spaced out. Becoming overtly disturbed when I caught my toe tapping happy to distant…

Most times We don’t even know what we say We assume we have it all right When reality is… We’re just cherubs trapped In a grown body Our minds play this game Of Cat and mouse Is it mind over matter? Or Body over mind?…