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…

From the cradle to the grave, it is some people’s job To take care of you either we like it or not Doctors, nurses, midwives, mothers, and fathers The work of these people cannot be lost, if we want it so That is why in…

Mornings are not mornings it’s continuous day no night life dried night is a suggestion of quiet time but quiet stays have I spoken today? is the shower wet? what parcels arrive? and what next? what next? what next? days are plexiglass cubes in a…