Distance, not mere word kills me like sword. Feelings desire for him needs want him craves search him, at last its only dark and grim. The roses, deep in my pages finds him missing the way he is kissing. Distance remains the same stupid, quiet…

Daddy’s Fixing a Pocketknife   He stands in the kitchen and twists the screw that holds the blade in place. He hunches over, the glasses that magnify firmly on nose, and drives it as delicately as a dancer. His hand pliés and pirouettes near the…

My bed feels colder without you in it, i took you for granted and i’m sorry, my heartaches for you, i know actions speak louder than words, but allow my words to penetrate your soul, allow me to paint pictures with the words sorry in…

I have made plans all my life, Charted all my moves, prepared for possible falls, Made lists of all my ideas and stuffed drawers with a necessary supplies and more, Had daydreams of celebrated successes, and have given mock interviews in the bathroom, I’ve stood…

The curious soul, Wanders in the dark, Looking for a spark, Our thirst for the search, Left us with nothing.   We thought to know it all, or getting closer to it, The universe proved us wrong, No matter what we do, How far we…

SEASON OF THE GHOST. It is that time of year again When I work hard without gain For every penny is spent in the clinic Some even think I am a psychic It is that time when i hear voices Speaking in to my choices…

There’s an invisible enemy hanging in the air some say it’s from Wuhan in China, over there. It doesn’t really matter now. They say it’s here to stay.   Wear a mask. Wear a mask. Wear a mask.   Some folks have conjured up stories, …

The season of COVID-19, came upon us slowly, from China Slowly, as it moved around the globe We watched in silent horror We saw the death and devastation Still, we were unprepared. During the season of COVID-19, we shut ourselves away and hoped we were…

To Amanda, I’m Barzeus. To Jessica, I’m Mustapha. Although, I do not have the accent.   I grew up without an accent. I grew up without love. And so, I wear this veneer of vanity. To all the girls I used to love. I want…

Warmness beginning of spring changes the scenes to something colorful fleeting memories like cherry blossoms blowing gently down from the breeze. Chilled air is coming but still nice just add a sweater as you cook marshmallows and laugh at the simple beauty.