blue and red pancake round and round and round she goes leave her alone please  

20     Stuff   Time will bring aches and pains With gout and wiggly bones Perhaps hair will thin and fade Fond memories of moments gone   But to know me all one must do Is travel through this house Visit each room that belongs…

In my curiosity, I steal glances of you, always askance   I skirt you, reading the summary in the size of your steps, the gaiety in your gait, how often you mop your brow   One observant almond-shaped eye grazing your frame   I’m just…

Hour 12 in fading light in the sound of turquoise there is a time of imaginings an in between feeling not awake not sleep dreaming but like dusk with elements of day and night where your own thoughts settle like the last wash of color…

“Come in, she said I’ll give ya shelter from the storm..” – Bob Dylan I have never had much use for umbrellas keeping rain at bay as antithetical to a poet as sunscreen to a snowman I need no portable canopy except for thoughts let…

Umbrella, Bumbershoot, Brolly Umbrella, bumbershoot, brolly The button there, go on! press it down The whoosh and the click are iconic No other thing makes the same sound Umbrella, bumbershoot, brolly Twist it, go on! Spin it ‘round It comes in most every color Well,…

Nights are long and hot, Mosquitos and lightening bugs, Backyard BBQ

Enemies of the people unleash violence stoke fires of hate fan embers of division in the hearts of people the state mopes, like it’s complicit, like it’s relinquished its monopoly on violence umbrella shields from rain and broom sweeps clean but neither would be any…

Hour 10 In the exhalation of poets, we writers like to categorize everything bundle them up. I wonder what a collection of humans would be? Not as congress or community as we would not agree on anything. In a shrewdness of apes the gorillas at…

In this hour of exhaustion, Unknown expressions keeps coming unplanned. My face decided it on its own, Without my knowledge or approval. That’s probably how it turns out to be, When a writer don’t write anymore But letting the subconsciousness do the writing. . ….