Stars are sick Their light fades My soul degenerates How quick light sleeps Moon is so thick My heart is weak Loneliness has win today Reality has been proven a play similar to Much Ado About Nothing

FOUNDATIONAL PRACTICE (a prayer)   earthen and so often overlooked not a thought past our doormat  unless we’re calling for a broom   Dirt! Ground! Soil! Clod! Sod! Turf! Loam! never held us on a pedestal with You looking up but You / supporting us…

Water Water a haiku sequence stormy weather for the first day of summer perhaps a bad omen rain pelts gardens tender annuals just planted float in rivulets I quell maternal instincts for fledglings fighting for a chance to bloom lightning strikes a tree on the…

Moonlit walk no one in sight I seem to have lost my fear of heights Wish you were here.

the furious bone stays imbedded in me my souvenir for loving you, bold of me to try my hand at a science like that my phone frozen in my fingers’ grasp all of us petrify I am to become a study of a woman sat,…

Walking at Night Walking at night the neon lights across the street beckons me as if colorful mushrooms dazzling in an idiosyncratic symphony; the nearer you go the farther they are the further they go more enchanting they are a never ending rhapsody looping between…

you’ve been a sobering presence your fake, sweetened bubbles soothe my nauseous whims and on this night called marathon it is you that keeps my marrow on oh, diet coke, oh this ode a most pretentious code my Grandfather’s daily drink I think and now…

The end is insight. I loved every second. Well almost. The pangs of pain were not from my stomach, but from my brain. Not a headache all the same. I look forward to this pleasure pain principle. …Until we meet again on this poetry plane….

It seems strange to say But one day the wheat Which guards our homes A staple in many biomes Will be called a weed and we Who live in its roots Rodents, insects, and pests Will need to migrate post haste To new plants Hopefully…

Prompts for Hour Twenty Water sheathes a newly field in glistening rippled light revealed.   The silver moon rides o’re the sea. If I could, I’d voyage with thee.   As the wind picks up the sail. My silhouette falls on the dale.   The…