Golem clay from River Vltava, formed by mystic hands protector from racist attacks, faithful servant, “truth” carved upon your chest still awaits the bidding in Prague, the synagogue were entire families where rounded up for transport to slaughter. Adam was a golem, til imbued with…

Brushing my hair at five was no easy task Dads arms were as soft as non laboring hands pulling and twisting my head and neck to stay straight A straight part meant everything It’s too soft to stay styled so we gotta do this spook…

Idun and Bragi In the Old Norse mythology of my ancestors, Idun holds as high a place of importance as any, though few people now know why. She both owned and dispensed the fruits that imparted immortality to the gods of Asgard. Without Idun, the…

Once a year we gather 🌎 worldwide 🌎 Connected by internet and wifi   Armed with our tools Fingers that strike keyes Pens that bleed ink   We shed our words These thoughts and feelings Memories reeling   Exposing our seams Through this poetic community…

  Final Destination   The blue-lined paper stares at me, as if mocking me in silence. My big brain sits all but empty as I scramble words together. A pinch of this, a dash of that, I mince words, creating chaos. Admiring my misguided mess…

Devine Energy I have a desire to express… to bang and pound until I’m spent. Skins baby! Put me in a room with a dozen Japanese drums; teach me to pound them the right way. Let me have my way… I know the energy in…

Fish, Enough for You to Fry For years and years the fisherman had a friend. It aided him– but, was equally pest. Sought by the sturgeon, large mouth and small mouth Hook, line and sinker did the trick every time. Enough fish to make you…

“A sentient creature, Full of life and joy, I love my laptop.”

I never know just what I need What to love, or what to fear I’m collecting memories Lost in love, and put of place What to love, or what to fear Something about your mind Lost in love, and put of place It keeps me…

So do you really love if you don’t long for, said the girl to the boy she loved her entire childhood. If you don’t have the will of being being someone how is this love. The boy smiled, and said how is this  not love…