Tree Falls The cut and dig may come for Odd mold or infestation or Old roots tangled in utilities Some times, storm’s wrath Occasionally the time of gravity And gravity of time But the question remains Even in the shadow and glint Of steel and…

Press refresh it’ll be different this time see something else- but nothing too new – cognitive continuity cyclical design managed expectations dissonance is taboo under control comfortable decline the only kind of reset desperate to keep everything the same

Are words enough? As silence falls With ready tears And pieces of my heart. I wonder aloud, Are words enough? To reconnect And pull you close. Our guarded embrace – murmured thoughts Are words enough? To make you stay. Through turbulent, biting anger. rage against…

Here lived a girl in her twenties Clothes to be cleaned in the plenties Not included with rent Laundry costs 50 cents Lies the dryer that she forgot to empty

You can keep your hookah Turning away she confessed There is nothing more to see Wonderland has melted   Once such adventures beckoned This land now squeals for help She chooses to remain in bed To read of how it had been   Even a…

We Breathe Life We breathe life Into every intention Every interaction Every sense of promise When we walk down the street We breathe life Into every smile, every wave Every step, marching to our own beat Each time we console a loved one Hugging them…

Again I did it again, I pretended to not miss you, I pretended to not think about you, I pretended to walk away, I was the one who say bye, I am the one who said I am sorry, I am the one that says…

A promising tennis career Scholarship to the Ivy League young women in a line fawning   Arson investigation Student beaten unconscious Teacher’s tires slashed   Smiling photos on the wall father pleased always giving us the play by play at dinner   No one believes…

Often when I write I do not write. Nor do I speak or voice my thoughts. I do. That’s who I am. In the face Of all I hold true. I do.   So when the hurt hurts my heart Often when I write I…

Swinging in a sunflower field I close my eyes and feel the breeze. The hum of bees fill the air and Set my soul at ease.   I let my thoughts flow freely Swinging in a sunflower field I daydream about the summer sun And…