Damn…That night was extra ordinary,  A stunning thick blanket of stars…. The night called in a hush  A somber reverie, A settling fog that intended to stay.  Moonbeam poured a pale milky white ray  like lights of pearls  accompanying the stars. I cradled my warm…

why do you fear so much what led to this in your life what was so bad that fear rules you it is time to change that old paradigm you feel it too not later do it now

Wooden floors that bend and creak, cracks in the floor, countless layers of paint on the windows and baseboards. Black and white tiles in the kitchen with faux wooden counters, bright windows line half the walls. Our first chosen home on our own, since our…

between the blinds a moonbeam highlights my coffee cup steam rising in a hush the screen door is locked from the inside wet concrete sidewalk begging for a heart with some letters the young fir tree your book on my shelf an empty rowboat banging…

I am the kind if girlfriend who learns your Buttons I know when it is okay to have some fun and push them. I know when you’re not in the mood to play and this best to keep my button pushing at bay. Tonight, I’m…

  Dear Roy Mark   You were brought to the world With sheer idealism Slowly you came to realize its otherwise   Forging time with life see the walls of lies Threshing out the truth among the heart Slowly the mind phantom of what is…

A spoonful of foggy dreams from a shelf made of fir Pour into your cup of coffee ‘Twill make you come alive And do not forget to add a sliver of moonbeam Now, you can handle anything Concrete or unseen

SCREWED!   Damn coffee is thick as concrete Wish I had grabbed my canteen off of the shelf A little extra kick it holds would help break this fog I am in.   Writing from the edge of the dock seemed poetic at the time…

I say I miss you, But I never even knew you Where did you go? Who are you supposed to be? Are you kind Are you fair When you’re sober, Talking to me? How could you leave Before I even got the chance How could…

Smell the fog rise from the coffee Swelling the rich, dockside air Tell of the kindness of moonbeams Spelling the dull concrete fair. Rush now, the canteen is closing Push to fit mugs on the shelf Hush, let the cook leave in peace – she…