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 …

On Maui there are no seasons Not really There is hot season, cool season, Christmas season When the whales are here And when the aren’t We are in the hot season now No whales Summer they call it But it looks like every other day…

This is text from something I wrote a month or two ago, plus random words selected from Claudia Rankine’s Citizen.   one eyes vengeance eggs that never hatch my house was a spinning wheel, I said wait, the small ones hide! as the generation had…