My mum always told me that I had a beautiful smile. I never believed her didn’t see it, not at all but it came in abundance when I was with her. It has faded over time like her memories lips set in stone, harsh, unyielding….

  “Death doesn’t have to be scary,” she said, squeezing the old man’s hand, wiping his brow.   “Just think of it like a rest stop on the road to your permanent Heavenly home.”   His eyes blinked shut, his chest collapsed. His heart flatlined….

I haven’t changed much in all this life holding firm to who I knew I could be within the confines of disparate contrast no  I didn’t care then and I don’t care now what they want me to be not what they think I am…

Walking at Night Walking at night the neon lights across the street beckons me as if colorful mushrooms dazzling in an idiosyncratic symphony; the nearer you go the farther they are the further they go more enchanting they are a never ending rhapsody looping between…

Prompts for Hour Twenty Water sheathes a newly field in glistening rippled light revealed.   The silver moon rides o’re the sea. If I could, I’d voyage with thee.   As the wind picks up the sail. My silhouette falls on the dale.   The…

You were never abandoned I wanted you to know I planned to return There was broken off shards of glass left in my heart burning lights head nods and kisses I longed for you I squattered in vacant houses with you Willing to be nowhere…

this is the view from the roots of tall grasses or grains grown in rich, black prairie soils feeding the grasshoppers and me for eons   i’d feel my back heat up from the sunbaked earth looking up at the sky through the wisps of…

Oh, ye magical machine conjuring the world within the palm I bow down to thee Oh, ye magical machine that can connect me with a person beyond time I bow down to thee Oh, ye magical machine that creates a memory of a time gone…

  This is syncopation The beat, complete receiving echoed drums More Would you like gifts extravagant symbols of empty measures Notes of triumph as your feet, bare Make the drumbeat Glory to the infusion that continuous pulse counting years in pain as the drinks are…

“Magic is wondrous, But ’tis just an illusion, Abra-Cadabra