Poetry…always part of my teaching. observing my students, I recognize the poetry within each one their potential is craving to be put on paper they all have capabilities, they all have something to say it’s up to me to encourage, help them find their voice…

Life is a prison made of brick walls that reach the sky. Loads of responsibility like laundry and landscaping, Along with chauffeuring the kids to tournaments every weekend. Just wishing you could curl up on the couch and fall asleep. Loads of responsibility like laundry…

Strong stemmed, they balance multitudes on their heads. In their roots, the ley lines of all the world adhere. Magenta, rouge, and rusted-iron petals, velvet to the touch, Can add their glory and slightly bitter taste to brighten ice cream, Yet from all this glory…

I lay on grandma’s cowries that almost looked like a bed But it’s actually Mama in form of roses and lilies What do we call an abyss with life in it The beed on my wrist signifies the swerling time I had run on And…

She’s got a heart of gold She also thinks pieces of rainbows fall from the sky on sunny days Her touch is a cotton sheet, her sight a floating swan, she hears as a smile sharing joy, tastes as one hungering for truth and smells…

Your town along the Clark Fork River overflows with homeless tents, cluttering the bucolic landscape at a similar ratio to Los Angeles   or San Francisco: cardboard scraps, ripped tarpaulins, discarded REI tents resuscitated from dumpsters and repurposed into homes.   I remember your extended…

In commemoration of the lost people. There’s no loss unless there’s something worth Searching for, worth giving a found-it tag. In a black bus in sarkin pawa, A woman aches in righteous anger For all the people the bandits’ bullet Was fortunate enough to retract…

The airplane landed in New York with 500 passengers, all named Bill. They each took one step on the tarmac. One of them yelled What’s all this? On the runway inside the puddles were tiny bugs flashing tiny bug lights. Each Bill chose a bug…

The Archer Aims at moving targets Myopic in the haze of smoked bliss Grasps poisoned Arrows the Black Dog Howling with Hunger; Gollum with his Golden Ring of Ale Aimed but missed falls into the abyss        

                     The Weight of a Dollar What is the weight of a dollar? Atlas’ World was easier to carry. The patient Turtle carrying Atlas and the World had an easier task than carrying Lady Liberty on…