Season of the storm Winter dropped its final flakes Joy and freedom On the mountain As the droplets Multipled to the East Exponents arriving via jumbo jets Unbreakable cycle of modernity Tender new leaves and flowers Woke to none to behold The new season warmed…

A contagion of stupidity Infected Ogmore-by-Sea An intellect-free tragedy Played out in Cymru – Elsewhere a total of five revellers were stabbed with knives Ending their wait for a second spike As impatience reaches new highs And people find new ways to risk their lives….

History tells us human civilization suffered through: the black plague the spanish flu small pox SARS, MERS to name a few.   Season of a plague   Whence the year 2020 the talk of a pandemic is the talk of the media in the wake…

The sea is calm tonight Won’t you sing with me? We may not last this fight But that doesn’t matter, you see? The birds asleep, they know this tune My final breath, it’s coming soon See it riding the wave Arriving, like autumn With a…

Look, here comes a rumor full of flavor and oh my! There’s another little story soaring by. Here comes a tale that’s sordid, tart, and full of tricky things I’m so lucky to have plucked its tiny wings. Rumors are the Spice of life Causing…

Distance, not mere word kills me like sword. Feelings desire for him needs want him craves search him, at last its only dark and grim. The roses, deep in my pages finds him missing the way he is kissing. Distance remains the same stupid, quiet…

Its hard, to participate everyday. I show up for work though, even when things get rough. I’m here still providing, caring, cooking through it all. Parenting is bravery It’s coming to battle without a shield It’s exhausting It’s worrisome It’s rewarding in increments It’s disheartening…

College football, back to school, pumpkin spice for those who crave. The reds, the oranges, the golden yellow, the changing of the leaves. Art displayed in nature with the fall’s grand tapestry. Hayrides, Halloween costumes, laughter up and down the street, Children chasing for their…

Dust mites Still reside On your side Of my bed Where you laid your head Where your skin shed Pieces of me They are feasting on.

  There’s little as sexy as stupidity  damping down the depth of A B or C  to be more mailable.  Virtue comes with the simple message  that culture hasn’t just ate itself  as made a meal out of the banal:  Warhol’s tinned split pea soup …