Some days I still long for the big brown chair, my parents used to own. It was round, ribbed, yellow mustard corduroy. I’d spin one way, then the other, pause, eleven, listening to Cat Stevens sing. Losing everything, hands, eyes, legs, mouth, sounded like nothing…

I wander the stars, in a boat made of sky, following dreams in a lullaby.   I carry the moon,the sun and earth in my coat pockets, trinkets of mirth.   They grumble and moan and dance in the swoth  tickling me gently as they…

Be honest Learn all stories Act to change Care for others Keep moving forward   Let others speak Invite strangers in Volunteer to action Evolve your thinking Search for truth   Make yourself useful Attend to problems Think for yourself Try possibilities Eracism Risk being…

If I ever lose my muse I’ll search the dark side of the moon for inspiration Hopefully find some source of shadowy drive To substitute for lack of patience And if the moon becomes eclipsed I’ll turn and stare into the sun To shine it’s…

Heat in the summer time Is like a lethal weapon Sun blazing like wild fire causing a lot of sweat to flow like a river Burning up in the heat is not at all comfortable or pleasant yuh seet! Throw a party of hot pot…

Finally watch the sci-fi series ‘Firefly’ It was canceled all to soon. Research what happened to the cast of ‘Zoom’ I watched it as a kid in the afternoon. Recently was asked about the movie, ‘Mask’ Jim Carrey is such a loon Tried to watch,…

prompt 10 hour 10   did it take long to find me?   long, smoky car rides to anywhere am radio reached through the smoke and bald Prairie to bring me melodies and missing pieces I never knew I was missing yet.   moon shadow…

We’re here, but you’re not listening. You, the self-appointed, peer-appointed pukes whose voluminous barf gets washed by white gloved bankers. The barf accumulated in the trade of the diminutive. Little people. Little. People. We scream. We cry. And I, like a good little gadfly, tell…

You held my hand, leaned your head on my shoulder as we strolled, a warm Miami summer evening breeze caressing our teenage limbs. I was 15; just my acoustic guitar, faded coveralls and I hopped on that plane to meet you, my cousin’s cousin, the…

Curse the saint who shares with the ungrateful, and damn the monk who gives without reconciliation While I love all that I have, it is hard to forget that I am poor in many ways. I am happy and hungry, lonely and loving, and it…