I promote nonviolence. It is the loudest whisper in the raging storm. If you think my silence equals to violence then you are mistaken. I am silently asking for no more wars, no more fighting or asking for more conflict. I am silently waiting and…

EVERY DAY IS PERFECT   no curtain for the sunrise east facing window light splashes right in my sleepy eyes maybe an arm around my waist will buy another hour  warm cheek on a cool pillow a hot teacup against warm hands ticka-ticka-tacka-tacka clicka-clicka-clacka-clacka giggles…

Ideal, a favorite sushi place mango, crab and rice to taste peach mochi melts on my tongue quesadillas, shrimp and queso food cheesesteaks blaze my heart and mood. Sitting home, green things I spy scaly, soft, with cunning eyes munching crickets I supply joy comes…

Just for today let me be a roaming purr hunting  through a nest of buttery softness incited only by the idea of being bitten by something  acidic and confectionary to sweeten the petition on my lips:   May words bloom flowers May a honeyed tenor…

Stumbling through the city uncovering urban treasures seeking refuge in its green enclaves taking in its scents weaving in and out of crowds observing stills and denizens in motion. skin is brushed, aired out, painted, smirched with food: a quilt of the days experiences lingering…

Waking up to watch the sunrise on the mountain, With my blanket wrapped around me tight, and a thermos to hold Playing music for the people gathered ’round to watch the planet turning Endless reasons to sing   Some moments live as long as my…

Staring up at the ceiling, And listening to the silence as the words spiral down into me, Like an episode after an evening smoke. These words have become a part of you, To the point where you bleed syllables and utter metaphors. Inject a needle…

The warmth of the sun Behind rainbow shades A gentle breeze blowing My hair in my face The scent of the water Pure home on the air Why, if I just close my eyes, I’d be right there In a chair on the beach Soft…

Bus stop, 180 degrees from the box office glass and steel framed a waving, a smile. Why not a sunset on an out-cropping of eroded brown clay and gravel? Nothing in the way of the Pacific, the horizon fades to black. We fade to gold…

The waves play with my toes, teasing and then urging, Re surging, the siren tugs at me,  pulls me in slowly until I’m standing at the edge of the world The sun sets and the ocean melts into the sky High and bold, in hues…