I suspected that You were inside me, hiding But didn’t know how much I’ll try to ignore Tell myself I’ll be okay As my tears run down

How foolish I have been to have charged blindly into the fray A world too cruel,  too sharp for innocent girls’ eyes Stumbling through things not meant for me Fleeing a place I no longer wished to be   How has this world twisted me, …

Earthy, nutty, smooth, warmth cradled between two hands. Slowly sipped, savored. The clock ticks, oranges and yellows streak the blue sky, illuminating fuzzy thoughts that slowly coalesce into purpose.  

Coffee and Change   I’ll have a super European sounding large half-caf, double oat milk with a raspberry syrup shot – make that two – white chocolate and raspberry syrup alternately drizzled down the sides, so I can see them through the clear plastic single-use…

Brilliant reflections Sunrise on the soul of the Deep What will protect the sea? The soul of the Deep when all that is left are marine research venues with beautiful architecture “the world’s only submarium” the fliers say The soul of the Deep is surely…

In my caffeine-powered, auto-pilot paean, Sweetened by those sugar-roasted beans   Live forever, Hail thee, Bean immortal!   Baptized Muse encaffeinated glow, a mighty rush mid-macchiato flow. Chocolate-melt endorphin spike. Decaffeinated? Take a hike!   Live forever, Hail thee, Bean immortal!   A song of…

Reflections are never quite right, Some make things better Some are too bright. Reflections are never quite right. Some show too little Some absorb too much light But Reflections can never be right. already they’re  backwards Already they’re twisted. Reflections are never quite right. Some…

Record collecting belongs to obsessives. No basement dweller or salty statistician I meet the criteria’s main missive By holding my spot through attrition. My main connection, with his bins, Delivers his fix to all in the market square. He plays music that drown out the…

Millie, my Boston, smiles through her black mask White patterns rest next to her latte no sugar coat Not a black and white pup she confuses folks who walk by A small Boxer they suggest as I correct them with Boston When she’s older she…

The lab is not your home no matter how many times you sleep on that dilapidated davenport.   Because you can’t face the truth, look it in the eyes and tell it how much you were wrong, how you regret what you’ve done.   So…