Colour my World Draw me a picture with your words That I may share the treasure of your mind Paint me an image in letters and rhyme Describing how fine The details within Can colour my world Make lines on a page Of the inspiration…

I can’t seem to quench my desire for you The knowledge of you I thirst for your every word I hunger for you The very source of your substance It calms my desire for you But I can’t help it No matter what I say…

Water flows through it Casting no shadow Beautiful over the translucent simpleness Growing in the dark earth or displayed with color It is not for everyone  

DogSpeak #13 Bubble Time I love bubbles. Mommy bought me these things she calls toys but I can’t have them. They make noise and when I hear the motor start, I run from wherever I am. It’s bubble time! I’m spoiled; I have a blue…

The Lost Weekend   It was a bender. A binge. To make anyone cringe, Who’d been on one and swore, “Nevermore”. By mistake, she had started, And forgot why she fought it, Entranced by its mystique once more. By the time she awakened, The toll…

The Emperor’s New Clothes He only wore the very best Silk and satin and pearl Striking ribbons on his chest With patterns straight or swirled He luxuriated in special hats His capes were trimmed in fur The shoes he wore, they must have spats His…

Hour Fourteen –          Sleepless Nights          Mary Pecaut   Every night before bed, Mom and I snuggled and read fairytales from other lands. Lessons learned I didn’t readily understand.   I couldn’t sleep when Jack and Jill  tumbled…

psilocybin chanterelles  time is more than standing still it’s lying on its back staring at the stars button : champignon : portobello : baby-bella : Swiss brown : Roman brown : chestnut Ryan keeps saying words like a broken but beautiful song oyster : Shiitake…

Golem clay from River Vltava, formed by mystic hands protector from racist attacks, faithful servant, “truth” carved upon your chest still awaits the bidding in Prague, the synagogue were entire families where rounded up for transport to slaughter. Adam was a golem, til imbued with…

A young lady, down on 347 somewhere between Millville and heaven past the graveyard in the woods a bend in the road, she sometimes stood dressed in prom garb, waiting still for her boyfriend, whom car crash killed he went above, she stayed below hoping…