My mother couldn’t cook. Her cream of wheat was always lumpy. When I finally realized it was supposed to be smooth I had already grown to love the lumps.   Butter, not sugar, allowed to melt into a savory pool of yellow before stirring it…

He doesn’t want much just people to talk to him NOT that difficult- starts with Hi. People to hear Him Sweet, sweet Spirit Pour out your Love Over me Pay attention to what’s going on around You From this Mess I’m in- Save me. Follow…

i’d love to live in a cabin a little way aways from other people, but not too far i want to wear a unbearably soft robe, warmed to my toes. i want to drink coffee tea hot chocolate   in a cutesy mug from a loved…

In the cupboard waits My favorite rescue remedies That mom used to make Packaged soup with extra noodles, yummy! And carbonated lemon lime soda for the tummy Grilled cheese on deck when nothing else would do All spelled comfort for me How about you?

Bleeding like a hanging pig still wandering these wastes sometimes forgetting what I’m searching for everyone says they’re out there in this bombed-out building or just beyond that dune underneath a steaming sewer grate and sometimes their evidence can be found in star arrangements discarded…

the humble watermelon red and juicy in its plumpness bought in abundance by my father   because I was fond of it brings alive his love and warmth, recites my parents’ endearing touch and their wishes of seeing me flourish   nurturing and nourishing extravagance…

“Father Time” is NOT: the gentleman I thought he was, as I timeless as I thought, kind to 30-year-olds, or 50-year-olds, or 70-year-olds. He was kind to 40-year-olds! 40 was my best year in human terms, and that was many years ago, truth be told….

Amidst vast universe The hut is resided With great pride Without any fear. Surroundings not in favor Still the hut is there With a new hope For showing way of life The great pleasure!  

1. Take a deep breath 2. Think about something else 3. Watch/read something 4. Smile  

His touch, gentleness. His breath, rhythm of my calm. Here, we are at peace.