Once full paragraphs replaced by cartoon faces Easy to end a conversation with a heart or a thumbs up Like your vocabulary has been reduced to one singular motion There was emotion I held space for When you needed words I gave you many Surprising…

We nurtured you, gave you our very souls, you are because we are, Yet you ungrateful wretches destroy, and kill us without abandon never pausing to think that the air you breathe is a gift from us We treated you like children and you turned…

My many lovers were well selected I regret none of them despite Failed futures and messy endings   Life lived now with perspective I am grateful for the journey Never missing a fine chance   I had each at their best When hitting their stride…

Assume the dream! Wake up! Question vivid detail! And when perhaps something more just happens in our lives, we have experienced such a time that most, or perhaps only some of us will wonder if it was so. I, at the last decades of my…

I’m still breathing, Thanks to the freshly assorted vegetables Beautifying my food and drink.   I’m still breathing because You enjoy the poison I give out. You continue to trade oxygen for my CO².   I have no power to stop them From felling you….

Hic hic hiccups! A lot of them too Won’t won’t stop! Oh what should I do?   I tried drinking water Lots and lots of it Hic hic hiccups didn’t subside a bit!   I tried stop breathing In hopes of getting better Hic hic…

There are witches in your path Believers in Earth Wind Fire Air Knowers of the four directions Healers artists men women others   We have been here all along Caring and sharing the gifts From the Mother hoping All will listen to save her  …

His hands loved the soil, the way it felt was a caress. His eyes loved the flowers He used the colors to create the soil a dress. Trees, majestic, soaring high or squat, hunkered low, were his absolute favorites. He loved the fast growing pine…

A new Hollywood apartment. My parents came to visit one January. My father discovered plants dying on my back patio. He was disgusted with me. “They are not mine!” I affirmed. “They are now!” he said, furiously watering them. I reflect on those plants from…

While he sat reading through her journal, flames licked his eyes. Outside a group stood round Pointing at the cart Gawking at the cart Whispering about the one exposed eye. Some spoke of usong their torches to burn the cart, the face, to burn the…