Tiger! Tiger! Flame and Spark Space between the trees apart What spector hand with startled eyes? Praise surprise left and right Tiger! Tiger! Flame and Spark

Oh Revolt! My Revolt!  Old America is dying And this voyage is about to come to an end.   Climate change Pandemic Economic collapse   Buried hate TVs and phones burn bright. Old ghosts can not rest.   Kids killed. Daddies killed. Mommies crying.  …

Magritte whispers, “Those are not umbrellas.” He is right, of course. Those are souls that have been liberated from the confines of hallways and corners.   No longer tethered to a human hand, up high they can see much farther than they did before.  …

Daddy left on a cold and harsh day. It was February… Susie left us on a cool and dry day. It was November… It feels unreal, as if we do not exist, anymore. To explain his fact of life called death. Daddy was expected to…

I have become a translation, a lost language,  spoken in the vast  space between , a new version of myself, stalking the corridors of education, of the past,  fierce and curvaceous, almost sexy as the appear from the invisible future that grows out my hands.

born in a pool of indecision raised by a fool of precision taught one thing, and one thing only to survive, means to be lonely as he rides the waves with his passengers below him lies his endless massacres doomed from the beginning was always…

‘Oh Captain! My Captain!’ A sleepover, best friends, HBO, movie, cheese balls and chocolate, And a line that made them laugh and cry, Robbie Williams magic, the hold of his voice, Scurried into the heart of a young writer, As she hung onto his every…

Saw it in a bowl, looked wonderful Many different ones, all colorful Grabbed one, shoved it in my mouth Taste was something I couldn’t do without Bit down-oh, hard as a rock Pain was a bit of a shock Crack- broke a tooth This piece…

Between hearts of pink and hearts of red body parts now veggies and skulls for dead laughing at the simple while you translate a verse loses moments meant to be unrehearsed write me a sonnet or even a haiku so my thoughts can linger on…

Curled up Favorite chair Perfect cup of constantly warm tea Headphones on Favorite music Favorite book Favorite person curled up with me Soft blanket I am safe and sound