Girl sitting on cold cement, hungry, shivering, watching spectators enter the Garden oblivious to her existence.   Young man walks by, noticing girl who has before hungrily accepted his offering of a sandwich and hot coffee. His own pockets light, He once again proffers sustenance….

  To the ears of the supplicant and patron alike, the phrase “We need” may be the most painful to hear; We need bread; We need housing; We need jobs; We need hope; But most importantly, we need change so that it no longer is…

We need to play. We need to rest. We need to eat. We need to sleep. We need to win. We need to lose. We need to hop. We need to stop. We need to live. We need to die. We need to erase this…

HOUR EIGHT POEM # 8 24 HOUR POEM MARATHON LIFE Earth motionless in place, Traveling quietly in space. Through the corridor of stars, Find no doors, gates or bars. The Sun controls the light, The Moon reflects the night. The ocean tides move in, out….

I am the Lady Bartholomew! Not some poet’s muse! How dare he write of me In lust! Yet gracefully… That he doth dare to think I may, in some dark corner, Spread my blessed wings, Or entreat his push of things. “Long and thick,” the maidens…

The sky is blue today, the grass is green The clouds are white, the blood is red and brown The sun does shine upon a foul attack Is death what waits at sunrise, sunsets too? The knife and bullet spray on peaceful days. The sky…

What I really want to write about is bonfires. The kind you build on the beach, water a stone’s throw away. I’ll pretend it has a life of its own.  Perhaps it does, who knows. It’ll remind me, gently, of what I don’t know.  By…

An Image I Will Soon Forget Dugong shaped cloud, tail dispersing in evening trail, devouring the stumps of Holiday Hills down its lavender smoke guzzle. Floating swimmingly, satin skin curled in cumulus. Like air clay molded and dismantled, carelessly shattered, the way children’s play-doh crumbles,…

Theres nothing wrong about having compassion for an other individual; but it’s a problem when you feel pity for a individual; doing thing because you feel bad for them isn’t a way to help them, sometime best thing to do; it’s do absolutely nothing, and…

we need streamers and balloons we need paper cups and plates we need bright plastic forks don’t forget the knives and spoons we need cute tablecloths maybe with flowers and hearts we need music and favors we need candy and tarts everything we need is…