#11: Blank Space Ah, a clean canvas for my masterpiece of words. The careful, strategic placement of words and punctuation. Together, I strive to create an image.       Sometimes, my art is abstract. Other times, meticulous. Often times, it just about the movement….

There she goes again Taking center stage Ignoring the guidelines For respectful conversations She didn’t raise her hand like I did She interrupted again She must think she knows More than anyone else here I bet she thinks I’m stupid “No. I have nothing to…

Morning coffee smile. Foam milk art inspires. Barista magic.

Hour 15 9/2/2023   “Lahaina…”   Where to begin of such ends …such ends.   A confluence of events… and a town is gone. Yet another place that ISN’T …anymore.   Fire on a California scale worst of the century… and the Media is just…

It was the world that crumbled over her head She had no tears left, that the skies had to cry for her heavy heart. But she could take no sense of it. It was as though She parted ways with everything Almost like worlds apart….

#10: Space I wonder how much room there is in space. I wonder if the vastness ever feels lonely. I wonder if the airless vacuum ever feels crushing. I wonder how long it would take to close the gap. How long it would take to…

Hour Fourteen (The Other Side of the Coin) They pay it forward and press upon the smalls of backs urging one to continue- they hush the noise of conflict and like lampposts, guide the way with experience latched to their backs and wisdom tucked into…

Beautiful boy I believe Your business attire  Won’t hide the heart on your sleeve   You wear your feelings quite well Darting eyes and hot cheeks I sit and admire all your lovely tells   Shall I lead you to the bed What would the…

Home is home is home I am home in the chaos in the clashing of lightning and sand of metal and bone in the transformation of a violent instant into a soft one I am at home with ribbons of water guiding my palms toward…