Love, Chicken, basketball, Eating, crunching, playing, Adore, passionate, delicious, delectable, Deceiving, lying, confusing, Liars, disorganization Hate.

There are secrets in the trees only told through the rain. Stories in the leaf wet with fallen water. The mind is its own vice, shelter, asylum, to burrow, and listen to the storm’s end.

And pass and pass and pass. Gone. One Art. All lost. Momentous, flown. Trivial, slipped. Life changing, evaporated. Precious few are able to evaporate. Apartments and loves and first dates. Passed. Rainy walks and childhood friendships and a Mickey Mouse rhinestone hair clip. Passed. Figure…

You race through the last month of High School, Packed with banquets, proms, and exams, Future in sight; Hope in hand, On the cusp of great things. Breathe in the moment Before it is gone. One. Last. Time…   On your mark. Get set. Go!…

Let’s you and I take the golden gate, my love. Let’s leave our breath like wisdom on morning’s window.

Angry dude has a vendetta against an aquatic mammal That allegedly took off his leg because it’s CRAZY But inasmuch as maligned whales are concerned, What about the arrogance of man, and the hate-on for Nature And other things outside of the control of patriarchy…

Note to Self: I’m finally ahead. Synesthesia like Imposter syndrome is real. So are dream readers and empaths. Intuitive, healers and the like. When you face your fears you conquer all those tiny micro-movements that propel you and pull you back into webs of disappear,…

if you’ve seen the Kids in the Hall show Death Comes to Town you will know that death is an aging rock star on a Harley who only eats cold pizza stuck to the lid of the box …not so scary, really. r. l. elke

The White Stripes blasting in my ears, palms slapping a relentless tattoo, fingers strumming an invisible guitar, the music builds to a crescendo, and I am a go…   “Excuse me, you are next,” she taps my elbow.   I turn sharply and see this…

Huddled together The cygnets dance Across the lake Careful, unaware, That they swim right in To the maw of death A cavern of teeth snap shut Leaving only feathers And a single duckling, Saved from the crocodilian reaper By cygnet’s disdain for his yellow feathers