Hour – 8 While taking a trip down the memory lane, I can easily remember Those dream of a plane She decided to end her life One such night But There was someone who Believed she was Right On Every dark way Someone showed the…

Well! Edward dear, well, I couldn’t help it, But come and not to gloat but keep the records straight.   I know all along you see, not half as dmb as thought. I know of your dives in divers coops. Three counties at last time…

Food trucks from Maxwell Street Wafting temptation through the air Succulent polish sausages and Hot dogs overloaded with Onions, tomatoes, pickles, and Relish so green the grass grew envious   Sitting on the stoop Washing down the steaming delights — fries on the side –…

A single aspiration flickering in the dark could set the world on fire, leaping from you to me to the next, until it finds the one to tend it.   First, catches the sharp edge of the mind with wild imagination And at the thought…

Forgetting yourself is not divine Understand that age is the only concern. Her gaze, lust, seductive honey It ignites your desires and glances You get confused in your imagination. When she accidentally encounters The nerves in you are out of tune You are a depressed…

The eyes have it I can make my way Through the dark See where I’m going, where I have been I can retrace my steps Just for the sheer pleasure Mostly I move forward Feasting on the vistas and horizons Yes, the eyes have it…

Hour 8 – Journey   I would walk to the end of the world with you I don’t know where it starts or where it ends.   Any time of day or night, I’d be ready even if we got stuck along the way all…

A man gazes at his son Remembering The words his father said to him: ‘You’re a chip off the old block.’ His son looks up, sensing him there ‘Pa?’ Oh, it’s nothing, I was just thinking, I used to sit like that too. Thoughts turn…

Mancala stones Shining and pretty Lovely little bits n bobs Jade in color I want to put them in my mouth Swirl the rocks around my teeth Like candy, though they could Actually break my jaw with ease Each little rock a seed A row…

Packably speaking, mentally packing is arduous and like its cousin, list-making, is easily crossed out and restarted. Some of my kitchen utensils and overripe junk drawer quiver in anticipation that they’ll be finding new places to disappear when most needed and reappear, straight-faced. The comedy…