“Listen” Listen to the world around you The hustle bustle of busy streets The quiet hums of napping mates. The pitter patter of afternoon rain The nonstop static in my brain. The ringing laughter of children The triumph cries of the brave. What rich sounds…

I like to go outside, I dream of hunting mice My neighbor used to be fun to play with But now he’s lazy times twice I leave my home behind just to look around Another kitty attacks me, what? There’s a whole world outside I…

He leaned back in his chair He closed his eyes The echoes of the dog’s growl Still echoed in his ears He remembered the screams of Young Lord Baskerville He rubbed his eyes He still wasn’t sleeping well He woke up screaming last night Images…

ther sounds of grasses caressing my my feet as i wander the pre dawn are a soft song, a dreaming, this world that i am anchored to sings many notes as i linger on crushed rock and sweet clay, i conect to many lovers as…

This is not a story about Ram it never was, though he played a two bit role which pandered to his vanity and you are forgiven for thinking it is. This is a story of a woman born of the Earth sold to the strength…

Once upon a summer so long ago We picked strawberries in a farmer’s field I found it delightful and so fun to eat The memories stir now as I watch them grow Thinking of those days a summer so long ago

The font of all knowledge Wellsprings of optimism The tap of occasional insight Buckets of useless trivia Sprinkles of dubious facts Puddles of misleading statistics The drought of despair Arid death of all hope

Everyone seems to crave that return to normalcy. But what does that even look like anymore? I’ve been wearing masks before the CDC recommended it. Mine just happen to look like smiles. Anxiety is my social distancing. Depression, my quarantine. So that abnormal that you…

The Pinboard in my room is full of messages From friends, family, my past self. It has drawings, lots of them From childish crayons to prudent pencils And reckless splash of paint. The to-do lists, quite a few of them And pictures! Small printed moments…

We cremated my uncle the other day Actually we left the body and walked away As the cadaver waited in queue.   There was a young girl my daughter’s age Who died gasping for breath, her mother Waiting soundlessly, was given the body instead.  …