I keep reminding myself that I am a good man. Mistakes were made. I made. Do not define me. Lesson I learned have made me. The better man. A better man. Who I have become. Is No who I was.

Forget-Me-Nots When is the best time to remember? I remember the walks, where dad would remember his old track and field and cross-country days, Hannah and dad walking parallel, me in the back. There’s a syllable of summer in the air, speaking clear through the…

Poem 7 – War Approaches The staff shone bright white Hooves beat the ground Casting dust to the wind. Wicked screeching, Steel rings out loud, Cries of pain, Iron fills the senses Cold covers the land in a blanket of sorrow…  

Hard rain dives through dark branches. Enveloping darkness surrounds As invisible clouds devour the moon and stars. Waters rush by, Urging everything downhill. Cool, wet diamonds coat the skin. On the warm summer night, The solitude is bliss.

cherry season – her nails more red

I am not boastful or overly proud. I am not big city or high fashion. I am not Dooney & Bourke or Prada. I am not pedicure, manicure, or Brazilian wax. I am not BMW, Mercedes, or Escalade.   I am honest and sufficiently proud….

Don’t mock him, even if He’s funny, he can do things You will never be able to   He laughs to your misfortune He slaps you in the face When you cry for nothing   No it’s not totally that He never was violent Never…

She loved this place Dark damp secluded One entrance one exit no escape The alley behind the blood bank Heavy with intoxicating scents of her favorite hot red human nectar Quiet and cool away from the crowd Away from clipboards and questions and bright lights…

Gathering firewood is one of them.  I don’t wish I knew how to do it.  It shouldn’t be hard to do   but one should shape things just so that there would be something to gather – firewood, fireflies,   or fame, salt-and-pepper sets, sewing…

Plop. Swish. Kxsh. Plop. Swish. Kxsh. Plop. Swish. Kxsh. The water smells of rubber soles. Downstream they know And hide. Plop. Swish. Kxsh. Plop. Swish. Kxsh. Plop. Swish. Kxsh. A strange insect Of feathered wings Lands, then jumps. There it is again! Perhaps a swarm Of…