prompt 18 hour 18 thanklessgiving   picking turkey carcasses from garbage cans abandoned in alleys dirtier than the shirt stretched over his thinning frame, he prayed for something not decayed enough to poison him again on this thanklessgiving, again, alone but not alone with the…

When you’re stranded at sea or lost in the woods, The earth your feet are placed on will serve for greater good. “Your land knows you even when your lost” Water it with care no matter the cost. When you’re short of breath, tired and…

She appeared after a solstice full moon Bedraggled and malnourished, Fur patchy Skittish like she’d been abused Her eyes met mine and I swooned, and soon it was just us two Little pupper and an anarchist hiding out in Kipahulu Shared meals of venison and…

Kiss-less at midnight but the bubbly flows freely. A night of reflection has got me in my feelings. I raise a toast to the past year and the gifts that it brought me. I’m even thankful for hardships and all that they taught me. I…

the trying times seen in haven for pulsating pulsation for new coverage simply amazing how life converging   latent markers new pavement seen in the pathways of exchanges sequences consequences whispering desire of human feats unleashing   converging the posture of human desires requisites manifesting…

Musical player guaranteed ease of songs failed us miserably.

The warm embraces and secret whispers that surround the two become more than just happy fancies, when the tend to rendezvous. Promises of devotion and passion have proven true.  

Empty apartment, Winter’s cold creeping through the old windows. Shadows stain the white walls like phantom caricatures of demonic company. Ashtrays filled, scattered dishware, drinks unfinished with wet, half-consumed cigarettes floating in them. He threw his coat on and left through the front door. The…

When Dreams Feel Real: A Christmas Story   When I was six, Santa came in the darkened house as I slept on the frontroom couch. He strolled in the door and passed as I stared, pretending to sleep as I watched his velvet shimmer and…

A Nostalgic Walk Down Memory Lane It doesn’t take a long time for new things to age. Some songs are like that. But I’m not the kind that discards songs, because I do not believe in the death of what gives life at a point,…