gathered soul delighted ensuring life challenges serenading the spirit to deep worthy causes seen in the marveling seen   polarity of known nomenclatures desire of covered spirit endangered ideology clashing at times covering the hype delighted tripping in the human spirit coverage   distant corners…

earbuds in lights off lay back eyes closed mock death so still peaceful deep tones whisper their spells conjuring illusions to dance struggle survive they speak bid me goodnight

Café in Paris Lips lined in revolution red sealed the envelope with a kiss slid it across the table a solitary tear dropped like a sparkling diamond “We knew this day would come, I must go” And like that she was gone

When I was a kid, we were lucky to have a record player. Vinyl records brought music the people around the world With tones muffled by the static of a needle gathering lint as the table turned. The more they were played the more likely…

Tickets are printed on black paper, embossed with the red moniker Of this park or terror and wonder, laughter and magic Entry is through a hall of mirrors – reflecting both the hilarious and tragic You leave without knowing if any of the images belonged…

how to talk about typewriters?   telling kids I learned to type on a typewriter is a great way to boost my mood – they never really know what that is and I never really know how to describe it: like a computer but not….

The fuck? The fuck are all these buttons? Where are all the apps? How do I text with this? The Fuck? No wonder people get addicted to ease of use smartphones when they used to have to press 1-9 multiple times just to say the…

My collection of containers: 1 Hawaiian Punch jug Label removed, gift from my great aunt used to store pennies she littered, a basement hunt for me and three cousins, now collecting bedroom dust 2 ají jars Small, protruding checkered sides that catch the sun, beautiful,…

I remember the last 8 track player, in my dad’s automobile I listened to B sides of my 45s Stinging like bee~ Muhammad Ali I twirled my fingers through Tightly twisted spirals Still attached to walls. For hours on end. I called the operator, to…

I am the forerunner Without me, Your songs are not portable Your music is incomplete Your world is tune deaf I am the one battling for existence Without me You cannot remember old songs You cannot dance to your favourite tunes Your world is dead…