Skyscrapers emerge like great stalagmites Their tops wreathed in mist Streets cobweb like the veins of a leaf People are talking, laughing, yelling In English, French, Russian Not everyone understands one another But some do We gather at watering holes to feed Go out in…

“they paved paradise” I always wondered what those trees, with the metal grates around their trunks, say to each other – reaching for the sun from concrete or asphalt they must wonder where the rest of their families live – “movin’ on up” to the…

This is my stop You missed it If I have to get off somewhere else I don’t know where I will be I know this stop My home and livelihood are right near there What do you mean, “I can’t turn around?” What will I…

Everyone does what they can. At lease I hope that’s true. Wouldn’t it be great if we had the technology to reverse the effects of plastics in the environment? Wouldn’t it be wonderful If we could? Of course, It’s not enough to take plastic out…

The rain softly fell and soaked into the ground though there wasn’t much soil to soak. The trees were so green and full the grass so lush and green A Robin Redbreast hopped around and found breakfast for his family Dogs in the park frolicking…

I dream of you lay my head to rest and pray imagine the wind is a gentle caress a blessing from beyond   I curse the day you walked away my tortured soul manufactures lies. easy to imagine your shadow plays upon the wall  …

deep in the concrete jungle, there is a small oasis hidden in the courtyard of aging hotel, a forgotten service entrance, cracked sidewalk, seeds blown caught in the crevice’s dust gathered by rain, layers roots growing down, limbs shooting up, a nest fertilizer, a leaky…

An arched gable leads out To a field of molten sunshine A tempting promise As I peek through closed doors Hoping to find a key that fits

Danced with the devils, Sat with some angels, And I found my soul. I found my yesterdays, And my todays, Possibly my tomorrow. Filled with joy, With each of them. I sang to the moon, Cried to the trees, But I lived. Online, Offline, And…

Green yet obsolete Concrete fences stunt crops There will be no fruit