Good Morning Chicago The sun rises And lights Lake Michigan The Ferris Wheel Rolls out of bed The Skyline exhales Looking down on The Bean Glimmering The Mag Mile Stretches Herself out Block after block Buckingham spits The Picasso blinks His eye Just so I…

About the Esplanade, The country’s premier arts centre, Opinions are divided. For seen from above, It does resemble a giant housefly at rest, With huge eyes open.   Curiously though, At ground level, With steel slats all over the glass roof, A seeming afterthought, Against…

Your little head snuggles into my arm, One last time, And I can’t help but smile, Even though I know This gasp of breath Coming from your tiny lungs Is your final cry. And then I really am alone.

This morning I was someone else A long days journey into  self Words pulled from forgotten places Reading posts from new familiar faces   Walking a prompt, rewiring an avenue Pulling hats off of rabbits, changing my venue   An endless journey finally drawing to end…

She thinks herself uncreative. Like she has no original bone in her body. She thinks herself as not being able to think outside the box. She fears not being able to break away from the mediocrity. But, there’s spark in these wee lad.  There’s an…

they could call me schizophrenic for the ways i am keeping myself alive i stopped being human at two in the morning my voice grew hoarse from talking myself awake instead of counting sheep i send them to the slaughter instead of night sweats i…

I found everything when I found your foot imprint I found my destination, whole point of existence The hidden pain manifested, I became aware of my heart Now what can I say, what I GAINED from you

Still in my senses But what to say I remember some Of it Forgot some.. The intensity of agonies What to say I remember some Of it Forgot some

Night is silent And moon is intoxicating Wind is singing silent songs Earth is singing with it And heaven is listening … Night is cold With a warm embrace, strangely Cosmos is scented And swaying with all Love is ardent in garden Of my heart..

All is silent at midnight, And dim is the light, In the absence of inspiration, Can there be any resolution, And an end in sight?