I find myself in a ballroom, baroque ornaments decorate the ceiling. Twirl like royalty and spin until the room turns into a maze turns into a forest turns into an open field. Here the ocean spreads, as mountainous waves sprout from a single seedling, so…

The multitasker, graceful, grateful and gracious. Devoted, tolerant and hardworking. a teacher, a nurse, a chef, a cleaner. A million titles, a million roles, that you give and shame her for not being a robot, or a goddess, a mythical being, with superpowers, for being…

Emergent The road less traveled is far more bumpy With less care put in to maintain In parts the road is overgrown In others it fades only to reappear again Where you least expect it The swamps were a surprise The trees a spindled, branches…

He has few words but many sounds. His toy cars crash and smash, and the honk honk honk of his bus is the best around. He can growl and he can hiss you know what it is just by this. He slurps and he burps…

To exercise empathy Exert extra care Nice choices of kindness Doing what’s fair Even when it’s difficult timing Remembering to always care Never saying never Even when the action is not returned Show your best understanding self So your name will always be honored

Sometimes I feel like I’m dying outside of your walls. I’m not giving up on you but maybe I need a minute to find myself. Because you got me feeling crazy over you. I was praying for you for my whole life. I just didn’t…

Untitled   I experience what other people call ‘god’ in a different way. God is tucked away in the mundane. They shine through every inch of nature’s beauty that I see every day. God will dance from start to star as my eyes adjust to…

What about the future? Will it look like in “Dune”? Will it be better or worse? Feel free to express yourselves, my pupils!

There is tenderness in her breasts As her just born suckles; elixir of life The two pink lines had completely unsettled her, then She had not been sure at all They had assured her it would be all right She looked with wonder at the…

  Put a Sock(et) in It!   The mere sight of spark plug sockets irks me to my core.   ****A lune poem is an Americanized version of a haiku, featuring a syllabic count of 5/3/5. And as irrational and illogical and utterly ridiculous as…