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…

#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 —…

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…

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?…

The sun, so low of late Now rising higher Wakes the maiden wood nymph Naked, as though born anew Bathing her in golden warmth The gentle kiss of rain Coaxes out her blushing buds Anoints them each with dew Cradled in her supple boughs Caressed…

Mister Green Match Watches the scene Through the window   He is in trouble: He felt in one of His own traps   He just finished installing them To catch the naughty ones When he got caught, like a beginner   In the big net…

Demon in love Oh my! My lord! Dear God! Such blasphemy! Demon in love: in love with me? It cannot be, let not one soul know Such arrogance! He thinks his love will grow? Grow what it may, what sprouts in the dark My heart…

Around the bend and past the stream, from winters end and springs green. past the shadows of forgotten lore, through the whispers of what came before.   There is a place, that is Evergreen. With no death, a lifeful sheen.   Follow this guide, be…

Why is it that trying to write for five unforgiving minutes is the most effective way to clear one’s head of anything the reader might actually want to read? When I try to write in stream of consciousness mode, I feel like I’m letting the…