I signed for him at a shiny table she responded with a measured smile transaction completed I received a box in a bag the bag printed with the words “Nakamura Mortuary” and a stylized logo of bending palm tree a silhouette respectful yet appropriately tropical my friend…

Open the window, Let in the soft moonlight, faces can’t be known, So be honest to join us in,   Good Morning everyone! Yes it is, We now know the light, Its here to guide,   We will travel, fast and steady, to find ourselves,…

“No- I am not the speaker of things simpler”, you say– Do you not want to wish me a good night’s sleep? And maybe later, a good morning. The next morning. I am off to treasure island. Or perhaps the words preceding require capitalization. Some…

Your Face Reminds Me #2/24 Your face reminds me of lines I need to write. Your lips speaking poetic words about this world we visit when it’s just us two. In the room where love came to find us long ago. I was so far…

Not every “Good Morning” is met with a smile. To be honest, most are met with a stare, but the ones that break across sleepy teenage faces are more valuable than, a trunk of pirate booty found under the “X” on a map to Treasure…

You’re a puppet In your own hand That you forgot You have   You’re a puppet Of an invisible puppeteer That you forgot You are   You’re a puppet No one moves How you are moved Is a total mystery   It’s clear though That…

Things were going just fine cordial, cold, robotic, no acrimony When I broke the calm by asking the entirely wrong question.   Fighting renewed, airplanes overhead Daily barrage of AK47 rapid fire in the electronic street of emails Your aggressive Stalin to my calmer Churchill.   Collateral damage…

I will be honest: After hours I sometimes read Treasure Island.

I’m a simple man who’s easily hurt. I been stepped on ridiculed treated like dirt. I give all of me but it’s never enough, you all want more so I keep going as I huff and I puff. I want to be respected, is that…