What I mean is that it’s okay to say love is not a platitude. Because we are deeper and larger than what we’ve learned. No more platitudes for me. Surgically remove my ego. Let it all go, partially deflated latex balloons too weak to fly…

I don’t think I have any family that’ll survive the test of time so I will write as if I’m writing to a stranger. I suppose I am anyways, but I digress. I was not happy. Not in life, not in career. I was not…

Is it suitable to say I’ve been here before? The fur covered sheets line the same human envelope I was shipped in. Where will I be forwarded next? Tumble dry me with first editions by tossing me in and not dragging me out until I’m…

Not yet … he said The time is not right The earth is unaligned The sacred path unknown Dreams come From beyond the wall of separation Incursions of the dead Seeking freedom Shapeshifters Dragons Walking among the living Their destination … Earthsea

The lake’s east side has become neglect An untamed field yields to a bulldozer A week ago there was a riot of thistles and queen anne’s lace, but now even the mud is tired Noon time heat siphons any magic the developer forgot, but lots…

The Fingers Feel the Feathers The fingers feel the feathers but forget The air feels the slice with a lack of memory The tree however will remember the arrow for a hundred tears The Flag Feels the Fingers Our flag is the colour of sun…

*First line is taken from the last line of James Baldwin’s Tell Me How Long the Train’s Been Gone (1968)   And so found myself presently,  standing in the wings again,  waiting for my cue. Rocking on my heels in anticipation, I reach to run…

Their life’s lines entangle with yours You and I The margins between there is no knowing Where one ends the other begins metaphors abound but always fall short of the reality that is two become one limbs intertwined we finish each others… thoughts, feelings, sentences…

Horror’s Harmony Our paths merge, eminent member of the academic world, All access pass where access is formidable and oft denied, I acquire the malady from its cool, secured prison, As requested, necrotizing fasciitis, a hungry microbe. Our paths fuse, careful words spread across my…

Prompts Hour Four Remember, nature sings with a laconic tongue She echos the truth where primal beauty has sprung. that the strongest and sweetest songs yet remain to be sung.   Her music and dance will ensure you stay young. If you plant your heart…