Once upon a time I curled my hair Curling iron in hand Curlers pressing against my head Anything to make the straight go away Soon I embraced my straightness I allowed it to be flat and lifeless I let it grow long Past the point…

To all you amazing marathoners WOWZA Respect Half and full I’ve made it to 10 two short of the goal but am leaving happy knowing there’s words on the page on the screen to be worked on, composted with, and seeded. And I know there’ll…

To accompany Cat Stevens’ opening lines the church bells rang in tambourine and centuries old bronze To if I ever lose my eyes the golden sun ripples through green-leafed trees To if I ever lose my legs two children pass by peddling with laughter To…

as i read my poems about you i realize.   it wasn’t love, it was a cry for help. that you chose to ignore.   can’t get mad at you, i was the only one that heard myself screaming.        

I am being followed by my own memories own memories flooding through me on fast forward of a cassette tape. without my hands — I can not work I can not eat on my own I can not read or write.   I am being…

We are each of us, imprisoned Here in this very room, each of us are being watched Checked up on constantly Our every action seen and catalogued Kept on a list We obey their rules In the hope of receiving a reward Or avoiding the…

  The moon held in a glass of bourbon.  The moon laid down on a canal bed.  The moon so bright it led you and me home.  The moon’s face travels across the waters.  Its spirit is always trained on us.  Its light thickens and…

God, I’m glad that song is over With its upbeat drum beat and plucky guitar It’s one love, one world kind of strut. Imagine all the people trying to change the world with just a song You’re kinda cute but don’t bother trying to fix…

Amazing how a song can feel like a hug A manufactured memory that brings you sweet tears Warm fuzzies and a cup of tea Just the way you like it   Haunting how you can hear it in someone else’s voice Singing you to sleep…

Looking for the silver lining in all things is the way to go. However, I cannot do this because I am a pessimist. The glass is always half empty. I know it’s wrong to think this way but when I was an optimist, I was…