Running a house running up bills running up time running for trains running a temperature running a race running for joy running for office running for your life running their lives running my life when does it stop? Just running ….  

when lovers leave sometimes you cry (but you don’t know why) you cried before they left   they see you cry when lovers leave they do not care running away so happily   you watch them go reaching out when lovers leave your hand alone…

Running a marathon, poems—not miles– watch out for the potholes, the detours, and dogs—yes, dogs too; vicious little yappers, ankle nipping confidence grabbers, that tell you you’re not gonna make it through– Listen, this is what you are gonna do: Grab that pen, and high…

Running through the empty streets On dark streets in empty night Silence surrounds me like a shroud Nothing to see, just my own dissipating breath I can only hear my own life signs Waiting for them to fade away But in the darkness, something shines…

Running water in the river Expanded by the mountain melt Swiftly flowing, sometimes growing This year, its shrinking can be felt. In summer people ride the river Floats and kayaks do abound Surfing, swimming, joy that’s brimming Peace on the water can be found. Folks…

Listening to the music you left behind is like trying to send letters to a stranger in a house that won’t be built for centuries and there is something to be said for the level of tenacity or pure dedication coursing through veins that won’t…

Magnolia   An ungodly heat scorches the earth, Still you stand tall and firm. Though leaves may be wilted, Though leaves may be browned, You stand, with proud roots and wide branches. With our one shared desire: To once more see your blossoms bloom, Glowing…

Observing a Writer   She sits hunched, perched like a bird but ready to pounce hovering fingers poised above the keyboard, waiting to touch the letters but doesn’t   brow furrowed, lips slightly parted staring at the white screen before her but looking right past…

Covered platform, Open platform, Suet mixture holder, Scrap basket, Seed hopper, Bowl feeder. There’s grain and there’s seeds, But no buffet of bugs, So running water attracts, What usually just won’t come. Sunflower seed, White millet feed, Peanuts, cracked corn, and scraps. A feast of…

Crossing swords Matching each other Blow for blow “Are you fighting or flirting?” Physically unable To fight any more Comrades intervene on both sides The tussle ending in a draw Courtly conversation Turned into a debate I am right No, you are wrong I am…