baptized by music communing with poetry these are my churches   laid back in waters soaking in our creations cleansing my new skin   shedding the old ways the barricades from within once again begin

hats and pants off to you all safety found in white vaccination records salacious smile from our hostess who provided sex machine demonstrations in the living room sun soaked breasts scrutinize them, that’s why I’m here sounds of pleasure silly flirty coquettish glances secure a…

A Tanka is another ancient Japanese form consisting of 5 lines.   Sweet melodies float through the air Sounds of peace, love, hope, joy Voices in time and harmony Bittersweet memories of The bond we shared.

Years Ago (Hour 5 Half Marathon 2021) Years ago I buried in my memory Hoping to forget The subject of . . . It was pretty bad And I still am not sure If I want to recall Every now and then I get a…

Everything shall make sense when everything that we have been told makes sense makes no sense to anyone everyone knows it’s bullshit. just fuckin be.

  Those days of old lingering, dreaming Under that tree that weeped my soul never sold   The wagon I fed full of smiling apples Shined for hope and perfection as happy, as they were red   The heydays a time of unpurposeful frolic But…

“I’ll put her in the earth myself” (Lasher, Anne Rice) Were the very lasts words uttered I never understood why she stopped there The ghostly beings in attendance were unaware As were the ethereal souls Had they known how close they were I believe it…

I spend much of my time walking in large circles, lollipop shapes, back and forth—on streets, on trails, on old logging roads, through the woods, past gardens, up to views, and back again. Though I move, I accomplish nothing. At home I bake—bread, muffins, cakes,…

The old man was dreaming about the lions Earnest Hemingway The Old Man and The Sea the old man was dreaming about the lions, while the infant on his lap dreamed of creamy sweetness filling his mouth. So many gates to pass through the silken…

The rabbit finds another victim, tender green and freshly planted, so the flowers now must rearrange. There’s no dirt in our ground, nor luscious grass to speak of, but I take mindful care in the ladies I’ve chosen for the merry-go-garden. Flashy zinnias and fleshy…