Peace It’s all I feel with you It’s like going to the beach Listening to the waves crash The wind blowing through the trees How did I get here? How did I deserve you? What did I do to earn this? What do I have…

I know that our drunk slowdancing to the rent soundtrack does not mean that you will leave your boyfriend, but the wizard said it would stop the echo. You are a parcel of sawdust I keep inside the tin can of my chest, an empty…

The Dandelion Seeds Ready to fly, to be carried away by the wind The white fireworks of seeds Selflessly sway to the dance of the divine Happy to be there, happy to be here To allow wind to softly blow a touch They know not…

l gaze into the red hot sun wishing to be by your side my eyes forced closed light flickers behind my lids a rainbow bouquet in your hair my lips move into a gentle smile my eyes remain dry l will always miss you but…

As kids we would hold dandelions beneath each others chins somehow fascinated by learning who liked butter   dandelions going to seed were fun to pick, blow on scattering their fluffy countenance to the winds until some adult said to stop it because all they…

the end The farther away we get from our Mother, the more of Her we break dirty heap with hatred. We demand our desires be filled at Her expense at our peril. Our wounded egos filled with all manner of things to feed our starving…

The best and the worst of humanity comes out on the bus A microcosm of camaraderie, solidarity, cultural exchange, ethnic strife Whether the people up front move out of the way and help fasten down an old woman in a wheelchair or everyone yells to…

I peer over the shoulders of strangers, a tourist in my own body. Am I here? I ask myself, nonexistent until noticed. No one turns back, meets my gaze, and sheepishly glances away. Their attention is focused forward, to a future misted and glazed into…

I’m blinded by love and hate. In loving you, I hate myself. I’m bond by hate and love. Your hate makes it hard to breathe, so I love you, hoping it’ll be enough.

Warwickshire parlance .               “Golden lads and girls all must,                  As chimney sweepers, come to dust,”                              …