Luther’s Peacock Haiku   Toes scratch the tin roof Sudden outbreak of mews, then I spot the ocelli     [prompt:  Mandala drawn by Vidya Shankar]  

Scented Candle   Cliché of the autumnal display at the pharmacy, indisputably cloying by nature, Scented Candle calls all cinnamon and pumpkin-pie, caramel apple, clove, mulled cider, donut, maple butter, fresh-cut wreath, vanilla double bourbon.   No need to go outside Scented Candle says—no need…

What Is Love Blindness? Definition Lovetitis or ultraviolent lovitis is a painful condition caused by exposure of the insufficiently protected to the rays from either natural (e.g. intense) or artificial (e.g. the electric) love sources.  Lovetitis is akin to a loveburn of the soul. Injury…

The water is redact clean and does not mean Happy we have some to redact and clean Thousands of redact do not have any Story of millions of people around the redact   Drinking redact water is grace Many have died who redact not care…

Bucket List I want to build a time machine so I can hear Linda Ronstadt sing “Blue Bayou” at a bare-lightbulb club in Memphis, or at Fred Alphonso’s Thunderbird Lounge down there on Adams Avenue—open till three a.m.—and the folks will be elbowing on the…

Raised in a home without closets Strange, that That is why I do not have a closet Strange, fact.   Raising kids in a home without closets They may hate Closets.            

TV remote commands attention of all In a world Millions are dying for attention   That’s extraordinary.   TV remote is loved by all. In a world Love is sparse   That’s extraordinary.   TV remote I would be And become extraordinary.

What is love? Living with a man who doesn’t care Or a fat cat; or a dark dog Is that love?   What is love? Setting self afire To prove love Going on a bungee jump   Is that love?   What is love? Euthanize…

She recommended beetroot for my aches And a jacket to ward off my cold The tremor in my heart has not ceased She leaned on my elbow for comfort   Cinnamon for my tea Water in a bucket Her Tesla in my carport This is…

Bobbing my head and strike the keyboard Writing a poem I felt surreal I got into the groove somehow   Eyes closed and mind opened Struggling to write a poem Well, it was a new experience But it is worth it   Life has a…