Warming your feet at a burning bush Offering your small light in service to its sacred light Waiting to hear a divine voice Speaking to you of destiny Sending you to prophesy Choosing you to lead   Consuming your own dreams You miss the stars…

Shadows park and flee and Saturn yawns from a gargoyle \ somewhere \ there’s no water in the coffee maker and the water \ needs to be replaced in the cooler \ no one’s looking except for unmanned cameras \ Tell me you’re home and…

Clouds up above move perfectly in the right way sun dips down below   Each part of nature creates a beautiful scene – fire in the sky

flowers of the sun don’t know when i realise the fields of flowers beating down your eyes this time of year are no longer here that wild violent yellow racing off towards forever might now be nothing more than edge of childhood memory

I could’ve been anyone in any place, in any time, in any body but I was born into this one I was born as “this” and I’ve spent years trying to make peace with that I’ve had delicious highs and terrifying lows I’ve lost people…

Dear Me, how does it feel to drink and know that it is legal now? To walk into a bar and not be asked for your ID? I imagine that’s the way it goes (not because I think you’re old, But there were wrinkles on…

The Alien Fux With Them Ignoring you for ages Flying objectively and unidentified Skipping across dimensions while you can barely skip a stone Suddenly, you admit to your people Than my people are more than a notion As if WE are the unbelievable The obtuse…

Only close to death We notice life. Only in the dark We miss the light. Only when alone I need you near. Things you do not say I seem to hear. Only when I’m hurt I seem to care Only when I win I think…

Solemnly She steps onto the stage Her eyes swollen shut From crying tears of pain This day A day she wont soon forget Her day of birth A cause to celebrate Quickly turned into A day of somberness She holds the memories close  instead Life…

The preacher for the graveside service was provided by the funeral home called my father Jesse for the entire ceremony but his name was Jess Being laid to rest under a false name on a cold and rainy November morning is a sad way to…