I heard the words you never want to hear He’s in the hospital I pulled together my determination He’s in the ICU I put together the dollars He will be there all week They told me it was Moloch who would kill my friends They…

This morning There is an unreasonable chill Cut blooming fire roses left on the ground last night’s offering On the longest day   The bar flies have flown away to slumber off the revelry and In a few hours May a sigh will escape from…

A Walk Nasturtium creeping in the hedge Blackberry flowers promising fruit Ivy, green and waxy tangles I smell the water and the blue eucalyptus I note the speed of swallows Sap shining in the sun Bougainvillea and wild rose falling Hop-scotch and foxglove inviting Great…

Standing on the edge Looking over…   Where whispery breezes Caress my hair   And warm honeydew ~Smells Sensuous~   Closing my eyes… …Being stroked and held   I leaned into your embrace~~~   Only to find myself falllllllinnng…   My intuition Couldn’t catch me…

When I say she preferred to eat ash, it’s not black and white. She filled up on radish and cabbage ash. Her body craved ash of bone and fat. She caught cotton candy ash floating in the air like snowflakes on her tongue. She withered…

As I watched my children sitting underneath the umbrella I wanted to take a picture As thoughts of them being covered came to me Thoughts of they are covered when I am not there Because I have failed to cover them when I was there…

So much energy in nature! Incredible how a walk can inspire me! It seems that I follow my thoughts And not my steps. Sheer joy!   During my strolls I am not, but I become a time traveller who listens to the wind wispering, who…

Break me with your text. Say goodbye. Say you love me, But can’t stay longer.

I’ve spent enough time on my knees as a monk to see that there’s value in being both drunk on life as a pilgrim and life as a a rascal. But can I live both, to the best that I’m able? When I left for…

Ouch ouch ouch sore feet, antiseptic, echoes of retches a booming train, rustling leaves wishful thinking