Green sticky leaves. Tips over in the pot, Spring time is here. O’Mother dearest. We just love your, Homemade cornbread. And to battle also with life. We do adore. But one thing differently. Is that, We have a purpose. To follow, and a vision behind…

atop your tower you fine dine on the skyline your water shall fall   spill over the edge trickle down to the streets below fuel the fire   the smoldering steam shall someday scorch your vision blinded by the truth

He fell from grace through treachery Legendary scion of heroism His existence made low Fain was he Then upon chance he met redemption Blue eyed with hair the color of her spirit Aflame with grit, bravery, and determination She brings him back from the void…

    Bury My Head in the Sand   is how I felt the day of the fall.   Having played the pandemic well by having two knee replacements and cataract surgery. None of which had to be done but after all…I was mostly stuck…

There is nothing terrible with interrupting a catastrophic mind Mine is a bad neighborhood unaware of your exhale your breaths becoming more grounded in the cue your brain is signaling your lungs to breathe There are times those who wander are lost in anxious and…

Stately Waltz Lively Polka Respectable Fox Trot Tantalizing Tango Samba, Swing Jitterbug, Charleston Graceful Ballet Do a little two step Moon walk across the floor Breakdance, Flashdance Twist the night away Boot Scoot Soft Shoe Tap-tap-tap Trip the light Fandango Cha-cha, Slide, Shuffle Bump and…

There is no place like home People in glass houses should not throw stones Fortune favors the bold Action speaks louder than words There’s no time like the present Strike while the iron is hot All is fair in love and war You can’t make…

Sometimes, I wonder if Everybody gets this sad, or if I have an unfortunate group of friends. What I mean is there is no Way everybody has competitions of who’s the most fucked up. Which one Of us knows The deepest pain. I wonder if…

I gave up using textbooks long ago Relying instead on the lives lived by my students to fuel their imaginations and motivations Allowing them the freedom to sort through traumas of the past and explore hope for their futures our conversations became the basis of…

up to my tits in infinity I am up to my tits in infinity whipping my head around to face the future in the sun set like it actually mattered here on top of the world looking down on creation like that song karen carpenter…