You smoked up your gifts. He thought you were pathetic. You can’t go back now. Give her what she wants. She says you, ” kiss her hiney… you are convenient.” Your petulant fits won’t change the way they view you, or hold love from you….

Water pools on the surface Beads of limpid possibility Stagnant till dabbed with pigment   Kinetic color stretches its fluid fingers Reaching into the textured plains of the page Finding a home in its creases Infusing a blank landscape with vibrant expression   Just a…

OPEN ________________________________ Unclench fists Fill them with seeds and soil Unsquint eyes Fill them with beauty and truth Soften heart Fill it with forgiveness and joy Unlock throat Fill it with song and honesty Untense toes Fill them with dance and delight Set free mind…

She knows me Wherever I go If I’m lost amongst the faces I sense the twinkling of home In her spaces No I have never been lost Only on an exploration Across the rivers, the mountains The oceans and continents I’m most found When she…

A Man of Compassion A man of his compassion Deserved something better Than Shahpur, the place he lost everything His dwelling, longing and belonging Where his heart stifled a quarter And met his life and destination Hour 12  @varenyas

A ship travels in a wide sea of blue with orange and yellow also pink reflecting orange and yellow on the edge as it tore through the sky running on condensed water dying sunlight And telephone wire

When spring comes, I look out at my forsythia bush and daffodils.  A few tulips pop up as do the chutes of  hostas  and rhododendron  blossoms. Soon the huckleberries’ create an intoxicating fragrance that draw the squirrels and birds.  There is nothing like planting peonies…

“It’s just a stupid plant” Nustled in moist dirt Sitting in my hands Reaching for the sunlight Whispering oxygen into my nose A sapling   She will outlive us Her growth quiet and restrained Tall she will be Strong and fruitful Two lovers sit beneath…

Kaleidoscope     Frumpy freckled, four-eyed, forty and forgotten, broken but beautiful, still she S P A R K L E S   (A cinquain is a five line poem featuring a syllable count of 2/4/6/8/2, respectively.)

Blankets of Hope “Empathy, a muscle we need to practice.” for Nick & Joe Fiorito @blanketsofhope.com This seed grew from an idea In Madison Square Park.Two brothers who lived and worked in New York Citysaw the homeless and wanted to be a difference. “Give a…