Alice has seven sons, but six are actually hers. I just include myself, seeing that I am the one she calls whenever she needs something “important” done. Number 1 in her heart; number 1 on her speed dial. Master of nothing, I’m a jack of…

Shall I compare thee to a nuclear bomb? Atomic explosion, within your smile, But no pink glow, just “Boom!” and then it’s gone, The effect outlasts You by a long while. Destroyed by heat, 10 million tonnes TNT, Contained in your kisses, e’en through the…

Appreciate each eye opening, each breath in, each breath out. Focus on what is most meaningful, most kind, most joyful. Accept that it won’t all be. Resist that which could derail, distract, discourage. Remain determined to make it and not just accept it as it…

Recipe for Solitude Ingredients Window pane Spriinkle of rain Few dashes of remembrances Touch of sorrow Vanish of distances Hour 2 @varenyas

Before the simple moon was in its place then no one knew the reason for your face a lunch where all could gossip, snap, or sneer Was where the fates discussed and talked about The many snags that every sweater has May need a microscope…

Well, Duck You Too, Buddy!   If my phone were smart, then perhaps autocorrect would have learned by now the proper use of McPoop is only to pass McRib.   (A tanka is a five line poem with the syllable count 5/7/5/7/7. This poem was…

Recipe For Sanity   This cookbook won’t put up with none of your self-centered archaic antics. It’s recipes have such a tang, that you will know nothing exists but here and now.   After all, haven’t you spent enough time doing what was expected? Why…

2/ At night fall, Turn on a gentle white whirring Hang a large black cloth over each window Squeeze orange foam to stop the ear drum’s resonance with the dark In blue ballpoint, write the day’s missed marks Burn the list Embrace the virtue of…

Not. Three words, love. There were many. Pearl. Thread. Dreams. There was a Love. Scald. Longing. Melody. Muse. Voice. There was some Lacking. Wanting closure. Those flavoured with Bitterness. Pungency. Sour. There were words! Love. And I fell. Chaos. Blood. Epiphany. I lay fallen. A…

The dark place with a glowing splint The secret pit with an invisible lid Ancient in its stake Rather unkempt for our sake Dangerous creatures of myriad shape With voidless face with no shame And slimy tooth of rotten shit Arms with legs like animals…