We Dance   We dance for the universe to hear our prayers to bring us healing and self empowerment to ourselves.   The colors and bells mingle to create a cleansing and energizing aura as the drums emphasize the songs story.   it may look…

There’s only water below. Deep water. Cold water. But not bottomless. Not so. There are mountains under the water. There are cities. There are towns There are great steel shipwright’s yards. And rocket fuel. Watered down There are angry gods under the water Down there…

Oh! Adventurer Did a new place call out to you? That you’re setting out on a new journey Oh! Explorer Are your feet not able to settle at one place? That you’re always on-the-go Oh! Traveler What are you seeking? That you’re always in search…

Female octopuses throw shells at males that irk them. So reads the lead-in to the story online. And herein lies a message to poets: Why waste ink on the bastards when a well-aimed projectile will serve the same purpose?

Concrete stares From hard eyes Concrete shoes For betrayals Concrete set To thin lips Concrete resolve Driving the act Concrete defiance Daring it A single splash Concrete certainty Of no more tomorrows One less animal In a concrete jungle Where only Reinforced concrete Can take…

She was an adderall addled techno gnostic having graduated from wicca and the baby witches who still hung around the apartment talking about incense and the men they were screwing and how awful they were.   The occult is not fun or cool and mostly…

  Photography is a silent poetry, Words transceded to images, Where your eyes can see, And your heart can feel. Its an art mystery, Clutch strong in our memory, Proclaim its territory And knock us down to feel. It ain’t just a random imagery, Its…

Peering over the edge of the world, the cool misty water makes my face wet. Below I see the Earth the way it used to be, before man destroyed it with his greed. Pure wilderness, mountains full of creatures we wouldn’t even recognize. Gardens full…

Over the Edge I gasped at the vastness, it seemed as large as the parking lot at Walmart. Only there was no pavement and no painted lines and no RVs free camping and no shopping carts running amuck and no conspiracy theories. In fact, there…

There’s so much cowardice in saying “I wish to die.” When the pain gets overwhelming. But have you ever thought Is there one among us brave enough to say “I wish to live.”