Cat is holding my book My poems in his grasp My attention sought He won’t just ask   His paws reach far Claws in or out? My work doesn’t matter He won’t care if I pout   Literary kitty Sleeps on pen and books Slaps…

Clothed in lavender and rosemary boughs iridescent orbits delight and entrance coconuts and bongos interrupt the tranquil sight volcanic stones make my tread light I’m naked and unrepentant rushing up an island arises to blight the whole scene reeking of garden oils, flowers and clean…

Roses are red Violets are blue Daisies are white And birds of paradise are orange, purple, and green   I’ll always love you Who cares if the poem doesn’t rhyme?

Dear the boy with eyes so crystal blue, I couldn’t help but fall into, I wish you’d had a warning sign, “I’m not worth wishing you were mine”, For frozen lakes look pretty too, But one dip and you will freeze right through, Now I wonder…

His lifeless body I look on, without pity. For I feel nothing.

The rain is pouring down it sounds like secrets being told to fast by too many people rambling on by too many i stopped caring what they said years ago when my tears were like this down pour everyone else did what I’m doing now…

Part VII (Introduction to the red poppy field) The mines are buried, scattered discreetly in a beautiful red poppy field; and because red oozes through the pores of my skin, I find myself walking through this field without hesitation or fear. I ache to smell…

once high upon the sullen rocks i chanced upon a paradox, when the rivers fury in molten might cut through the layers of solid granite. and all that was trivial turned profound, in earth-shattering motion laid to ground, and the great crumbled to eternal dust…….

the air is a limited time offer a limited time luxury i sit under a lamppost and let the light pour down on me as i tell you over and over again that it’s me that’s the lucky one and i promise i’ll get to…

I remember the day we got married. It didn’t snow like we had hoped so we could get our wedding rings for free, but it was cold regardless. I got the question that so many grooms get before the altar. “So are you nervous?” My…