A girl lay on her mattress dreaming a dream first sweet then vicious-seeming subconscious visions softly screaming teeming with the ghosts of yesteryear   when woke she with a startled shiver each cheek the bed of briny river gleaming streaming with the tears of childish…

Poem six. Already out of ideas What should I write about?   They are planning a human head transplant So who exactly does the thinking The old person or the new head?   The cops busted kids with a koolaid stand Guess the real criminals…

one shouldn’t throw little rocks, with green moss and googly eyes, at others just because they don’t also have rocks just like one shouldn’t throw little rocks, with green moss and goggly eyes when others cannot there is a moral and a lesson to be learned; when…

I hold in my hand I hold in my hand the essence of all life It runs in my veins, what could end all strife But I close my eyes to the simplicity of truth and disguise the birth of life in tarnished youth

In That Old Photograph It looks as if my skin’s too tight like my soul hasn’t had the chance to work its way to the surface of my then smooth mask of face I don’t know who she was the way she tied her scarf…

Through a door that isn’t really a door, A keyhole into another world, a world of light But should we fear the light? The unknown beyond the wall? All that glitters is not gold and darkness is often hidden in light A charming smile hides…

the world awaits you with arms open wide- blue skies above and forest green earth under your feet; the world is wide open there’s room for all your frivolous thoughts- if you can but step through the door to the other side- someone whose thoughts…

There is something about the sunset that makes us weave dreams As the day bids adieu to welcome a calm evening anew Staring at its magnanimous display of stunning hues, Takes you to a dreamland, a nameless place, another undiscovered world Perhaps a new frontier…

Big B, little b what begins with B? Booze. I don’t drink as much as I used to, but the way the lips bop together on the B and then the kissable shape from the oooooooooooooooooo, followed by the buzzing ZZZZZZZ. It’s a nice word.

Step out of the shadows. They’re not the night that hides you, and they’re not the light, that makes you shine. In the shadows you are not a rebel and not unseen, but perhaps unnoticed. Step through the gates, I know they appear narrow and…