Tis wonder if there’s ham over there, perhaps a quail, I’ll gobble it down tooth and nail, This gown is weighing me down, Turning my glorious smile into a frown How I wish for a servant or two or three, to place themselves under thy…

Whose woods these are I think I know or do I? I’ve always loved this poem. It’s the only one I remember from grade school years and can quote lines from even today though I found it on my own. They didn’t teach poetry at…

Whose woods these are I think I know my friend Candy posted her Not for sale sign here ten months before she died i should have known, that evening of our twentieth high school reunion when she didn’t show up and no one knew her…

The moment before the sun rises. The second before …day breaks open your all. Thoughts that ring true. The moment the clock strikes 12. Moon signals. Noon signals. Smokescreens. I no longer look for time. Time seeks me. So connected to the screen our eyes…

As a vagabond or a traveller- You can call me at any word. But I wish to see the outskirt, I want to know the meaning of life. For this mission, I have taken one promise. To find out, the essence of existence on earth….

Collective Soul searching If it touches me,  how can it not reach you Thoughts alone Hearts together Breathe and be one  

Being on the verge pushes you To be the best or leave To give your best or just give up Being on the verge has that adrenaline To just keep you going till you achieve Better than just wishing be on the verge  

i held on to the ledge so tightly i saw the sludge pooled below staring back. my ankles dangled for so long. bracelets slipping polish chipping god i just want to fall off and be swallowed but i can’t let myself let go  

Our neighbor’s geriatric rock band has packed up. It’s late in the day, but it’s summer and there’s still plenty of light up ahead. The afternoon pause in activity is packaged in silence, ringing louder in the wake of the Jefferson Airplane. A young, cheeky…

Cool pressure surrounding, Folds of stilled gravity, swirling, resisting, flowing in the rivers path, the tiger-striped magician vanishing beneath bubble-storm breaths.   Applause dulled, vibrations eminate in the deep dark, below the world dissappears, above me the jeweled dance of light crackles across a glass…