Unions I have known attempted conjugal paths hammered and etched of steel and glass Blissful beginnings torturous lessons dragging one or the other off course Promises of better blink in the headlight while hope from the past fades in the rearview mirror Rage against loss…

In my opinion there are some who confuse love with other emotions and such; things like obsession, possession and control. None of these things are components of love. Love has nothing to do with hate or the devil. I do not believe that there is…

My dreams are like clouds written on a sky-blue whiteboard My clouds are forever moving, changing as they stretch across the firmament My dreams have accompanied me since childhood, an escape from that reality My reality of today no longer needs escaping, but I still…

I am not dainty I spend 5 minutes a month Doing what I call my makeup And my dresses don’t fit So I mostly wear jeans and shit   I bite my nails to the nub And I’m always burning my tongue On words I’m…

I’m still learning about the man I am. I don’t love myself, but I wish I did.    Always tender to the wrong touch, overcome by the nausea my white savior complex induces.    Opinionated to a fault–my own detriment, my perfectionist best will never…

Hour 7 9/2/2023   “A Study Of Self…”   Academia has changed the meanings and syllable count for the forms of Senryu, Haiku, and Tanka.  They are still elegant and meaningful …just not quite what would be expected by “purists” of old (nor the new…

Red-and-white bobber, awaiting a fish undulating with the most minute of waves unsyncopated rhythm, delicate gliding over water – visual mantra of my youth sitting on the end of grandparents’ dock red-and-white bobber, awaiting a fish patience a virtue strange to age nine unless passing…

The sun alights the horizon as waves crash onto shore, throwing their wet blanket onto the sand, and then pulling it away again. Each time the water recedes, a small bottle is revealed, tossed and jostled in the chaos until it finally is left behind…

Two birds united, one parrot the other cannot two union in a knot Each half makes a better half

It was April fools eve. No sirens. Pure silence. There has always been something miraculously healing when it storms in TN. Around here we like to dance in the rain and watch the clouds create a masterpiece in the sky. When the weather man tells…