The shock on his tiny little face As a deathly hideous ghoul was put forward As his mother will never leave. I rage now again that the mirror wasn’t brought, the make up wasn’t bought and no one thought to think while my mind was…

the joy of unseen things   our ancestors dreamed us here, according to my teachers, who know such things beyond the reach of grasping fingers around the throats of loneliness, separation, or despair.   the imperceptible changes in breath, reveal, moment by moment, so many…

The Poetry Marathon 2021 June 26, 2021   Finally All I do is drive Searching for diamonds Filled with dreams Of my youth Wishing that my son Gets the same experience As I did so long ago. The pop of the glove, The crack of…

Oh, dear, this enormous dog keeps barking at me. It’s quarter to four, and I’ll be late for my tea. With snarls then ruffs circles and puffs, we stare eye to eye this canine and I. Dog, you silly dog, STOP barking at me. Four…

Rich, full, and bold Your aroma, Temptress of my nose. Consciousness streams Bright light From head to toes. Lifting dense fog Awakening slumber Awareness of totality. Darkness ebbs Knowledge permeates The Beast transforms.

Too may boxes for far too long have been checked on my name with sweeping declarations – “You’re fat”, “You’re lazy” “You’re ugly” “Sloppy”, “Forgetful” And many have me filed under the not’s “Not street smart” “Not capable of handling things” “Not quick on your feet”…

Water runs along the gutter down the drain into the sewer I don’t need to see it to know that it is there taking our waste away The same way my heart beats at 60bpm moving blood through me I do not see the work…

The universe is our stage. We grasps it, you love it, and you want it. We sing we dance; we’ll act upon the big stage. And we’ll be the best at whatsoever we do throughout our whole life. All that it has taught us from…

Barriers are just glass panes we use to view life through glass pain lenses   we create senses to make sense of self framed by the life we may lose   so choose wisely, friend or your end may only have shatters of stained glass

Stupid is not a nice word. It shouldn’t be used. But I’ve got to know. How could you have been so stupid? We all make choices that don’t reflect very well on our best person. But this takes the cake. Stupid isn’t a very nice…