Newly exposed, new exhibitions Big installations, drawings, poems, photos, sceneries Mt poetry is fully naked expressed And shown all over the world The funny story they tell is That I am even a celebrity on Mars It’s me who started that funny myth joke Aliens…

Those from more rural locales find urban approaches to all things nature peculiar Nurturing of lawns cajoling green lushness only to immediately cut it once it gets too high, too lush symmetric containment of flowers pride in set aside green spaces massive cement bowls adorning…

I did not know him Through mother I did   I heard some long stories Some far~fetched fine glories   One terrible old gory   This was one of those days In a ditch along their field His tractor tipped over He missed his noon…

The would bustles here Always moving quickly Missing small things Like life growing in cracks These small flowers fighting Living where trees gave up long ago Living where most grass is fake now Surviving even when no one cares   Okay now I am caught…

CHS to CLT. CLT to STL. Baby steps aided by flexeril and hydrocodone, backpack weighted for counter balance. I wait in line to pass through security, guzzle the remnants of my Nalgene water lest they make me “dispose of it.” As if that small amount…

Mount Olive   I saw a sign at the graveyard, Now Hiring: Sales professional. But who would want to work there knowing you’re the cause of more Dad, you’re the coolest balloons floating in the wind?

On the rooftop there was a patch of grass A tree Flowers and a bench On the street there was nothing green to be scene So rather than be grounded I head to the top of the world Just to breathe. jj2019 2019 Poetry Marathon

Small and soft Quick and sharp They can love deeply But hate deeply as well They like to be the center of attention Unless you give them too much attention Or try to pet them too much Fickle loyal creatures these cats   Yay one…

From window pots to garden plots forgo the cemetery, for if you’re wise you’ll make your choice trees, flowers, fern and berry We have recomposition and Capsula Mundi because we are more civilized We choose rebirth straight from the earth over metals that won’t soon…

A single thought lingers unattached and then it floats away A thread weaves words and people until no one remembers to water it. Then it quietly fades away A train of thought whistles, calls you aboard, then swoops you off and on to a new…