He sewed his thumb back on in the woods with some fishing line I have broken my arm twice and each time I sucked in a lot of air and teared up waiting in a clean hospital ER for a bed going like this: oooh-ahhhh-ooooh-ahhhh…

One view Many perspectives The Kaleidoscope besides its beauty Also teaches us That looking in one direction Not only offers different perspectives to different people But also provides varied views To a single person         Text prompt number 16: Write a poem…

3am light rain descends as night moves toward morning’s light. poetry’s passion sits on my chest reminding me, like Robert Frost’s little horse, I still have hours to go before I sleep. Sweet sleeping hounds keep me company, poetry family check’s in on by email…

Playful predator begs for attention. Whiny and responsive, he demands for his creature comforts. Like a fly  begging for escape through that damn  window. He demands for any kind of  stimulation he can get.   The thinker indulges the predator’s impulses, Leading with a great…

Work is not about the midnight calls It’s not about the late evening client parties It’s not about the pillar-to-post dashes on public holidays It’s not about stealing worship presence on Sunday mornings Work is not about the nightclub rendezvous It’s not about killing effort…

EDUCATION Transfer of knowledge happens even in birds and bees Mother bird teaches the child how to fly from the trees The lion teaches the cub how to hunt Even pigs teach their piglets how to grunt Knowledge sharing is known as education This happens…

exhausted we’re lost high on some tiny hills somewhere in a valley of paradise overlooking a misspelt ancient Spanish warfield dripping olives Ryan snoring at my feet wishing i was out under sun with dead (but now second life) wood baby in hand

FREEDOM A few months ago, the thought never came, That a new virus would come, and life would never be the same! A few months ago, the thought never came, That even going out of the house would never be the same. A few months…

Storm Salty air blows around in circles The breeze picks up seaweed from sand The current reacts to the gusts By crashing to the shore Seafoam swirls the rocks Shells dig in deep Safe from harm Black clouds Storm

Well gone are those feary while we think a living prey will live soon without a baby when killing seize their destiny Fisherman goes for fishing catching salmon with netting working the clock like a king shorting breathe of fins living Hunters matches to the…