I couldn’t sleep tonight Whenever I closed my eyes All I saw was haze and an endless alley   I couldn’t sleep tonight Whenever I closed my eyes I heard someone calling out my name   Where was I? Who was it? Why was…

The greetings social media onslaught best wishes, memes ‘speed limit birthday plethora of road sign pics 55 M-P-H vintage ‘Stay alive, drive 55’ ads Amused, bemused not feeling the urgency, amusement that just fifty had provided no black balloons taped to my work desk no…

Seems Life Provides Incomplete Umbrellas With Broken handles to to “Handle Life” in the Storms of the Certainties of Uncertainty   Seems Life Provides Shadows of Ladders Arising from the Blank Abundance of Nothingness            

Hey, can you give me a sign? I’m blind, so let me touch your murmuring lips, While you preach transformation and dharma, How suffering is alchemy And change is the only guarantee.   Tell me how the brave belie temperance, detachment, Indifferent to sideline cheerleaders,…

Here are bright lights, Pools of reflections on the floor, Handholds just out of reach. Here is art you can’t see, A form without face And a step without destination. Here are shadows without shade, A gaze without presence And the expectation of air-conditioned rain.

Here and there, you may find them everywhere, some on the walls, while you are on call. The one in the back, a notebook in the stack, sweet nothings, tell no one, deep secrets, tell no one. Those memories, like a treasury, Maybe like feathers,…

Each decade is a shock of revelation. True, by looking back we know we grow. We age, we laugh, we cry, we grieve, and the racing river of time does not cease. Wild hairs, fine lines that turned to wrinkles, the sagging body, the weakening…

Hour 2 9/02/2023 “Little Things…”   There are moments …and then – there ARE moments – where life as we know it …pauses.  Moments untaken for granted.  Moments unlike any other instant of existence …that pause a soul.   “Little Things…”   A nothing special…

They told me I was wasting time When I could just beg for change While I sat at the computer Writing poems for a page That had yet to exist, you see I’d not yet found the strength To give my writing to the world…

    I am a missing part of something that’s already lost. I missed myself the most. As young as twenty but felt like thirty. I hope, I am happy at thirty …   I lost father a few weeks back, My voice still cracks….