as you retire we acknowledge your years of achievements fancy paper, fancy words, fancy frame but heartfelt gratitude we wish you well with a cake bidding adieu signed a card wishing you much happiness, success, contentment keep in touch see you around this not goodbye…

Mama was another calico used in waving old souls goodbyes Smiles they said grow palm trees in places of rest Tears were nother known fertilizer for mourning joy and misdeed too Grandma shenanigans about the rivers was written as a tittle on our little palms…

A machine doesn’t forget (until it breaks, of course) and the hinges snap an engineering flaw succumbs to the inevitability of time at the point of weakness or the data iterates within itself into final nonsense or the delicate chemical production methods get lost in…

It wouldn’t matter to you when I stand and watch, a meek flower fall it’s way through in the pattering of the rainfall. What might the flower be feeling? Was she happy? or dismal for her end. perhaps did she dreamed To birth fruits of…

We stood under the moonlight The birch throwing about strange shadows Our shadows got lost in them Or did we become one ourselves? A truant breeze slapped against our faces Our hands entwined and we simply walked The leaves sighed, the wind whispered and our…

A Symbol of My Choosing   Vibrant colors and scattered pieces, Bursting with the potential of a whole.  Though it has been denounced as a symbol of hate I will reclaim it for myself.    I’m not missing pieces or a puzzle to solve,  Nor…

Looking like love whether asleep or awake I love my little angel face. She’s time everlasting the winds lay at her feet. Angels guard her doorstep. The sun lightens her path. The moon is her friend they talk every night. I love my little angel…

Within hidden halls, Amongst the rising darkness, Paranoid creep falls.

The Poor Little Souls   The school’s foundation was your graves. No prayers were given, Charlise motto was your eulogy.   “Kill the Indian, kill the school.”   No one knew your names. Your faces faded long ago. Only the real Higher Beings cherished your…

Sometimes I am called ma’am, sometimes I am called miss, sometimes they follow me with eyes, other times they follow me with words, sometimes I look tenacious and strong, sometimes I look modest and fragile, sometimes all I want is wild sex, sometimes I want…