Surely Money makes the world go around but the smell of pizza baking in the oven Makes your brain go around in circles! The crust can be thin and crispy Or thick and chewy. They even stuff the margins nowadays. To teach children fractions in…

Round or square don’t really care. Just add tomato sauce and cheese pepperoni, buffalo chicken, ziti on top, any pasta would do. A salad slice is pretty nice as long as the dressing’s right. It’s all about the water in making the dough. A New…

Silencio (haiku) long night of writing silence finally fills the mind the cup is empty

How does one silence the mind anyway? The thoughts pour out, Steady stream, Non-stop, Like word vomit. Coming so fast I barely have time to make connections, Forgive me for the incoherent banter.

the street was adorned with many wayward feet bustling, in no particular direction creating confusing circles in my reflection patrons offering a certain type of encouragement helping by suggesting a destination like Mrs. Flanagan’s half-price sale where you could also pick up your mail I…

Now, I’m no scholar but I gotta say that based on my experience, cold pizza is the best hangover cure ever. Veggie, preferably, because the grease that coagulates on pepperoni is gross.   Anchovies? I’m in the school of Yes. Little fishy bombs of flavor……

In this flat setting, humans, like letters, stand out. Perspective accounts are being written all throughout the country. Settlements are like punctuation marks where lives collide, like the rivers and mountains, the ancient ink of the Earth. Huge oceans, and an ink-black sea, shroud a multitude…

Running towards desires The Teens chase demanding situations Each lesson teaches new ideas Despite the fact that failures some time frustrates If he bet his weaknesses And overview himself, to reinforce his purpose There’s no unique principle to win If he accepts as true with…

Ghazal with the night as climate change.   I open the remains of the night And pour them into dark vastness, the night. Everything I seem to love is growing into cracks, My brother is the first to see, body of darkness —night My brother…

  I watched her dance and I felt the lure of her arms viewing deeps breathes that seemed to make her eyes asweat the night seemed long the latest of hours it was and I ask, is there something I must do my impatient sighs…