its been a hell of a week, driving around in fear while pumping doubt in the fuel tank. everything is changing. the locks of the world has finally opened back up but with the key around crooked stoplights that could change their mind at any…

#1: Fear #2: Self-awareness #3: Protective Gear #4: Plan #5: Survival Fear starts the clock Fear of the unknown The persistent drag Of self-awareness, always on the outside Looking in but from a distance Seeing myself from way too high up. Fear of being seen-…

Listen Hunting Dodge Duck Wood The following is the recipe for finding an ideal lover. Follow the rules. Keep it close and you may just about find your ideal lover. It is a difficult task to find an ideal lover. However, if you insist on…

What Is Your Name? You’re the longest relationship I’ve had, yet the strangest one there is. No one understands us, they forbid us to kiss in the eye of the public. When I speak of you, metal bracelets are wrapped around my wrists, confining. They…

Recipe for Drafting a Poem   Total Cooking Time: about 2 days   one dollop of Daydream   two tablespoons of Reflection   a pound of Comparisons   several ounces of special seasoning: Music and Imagery   Thoroughly mix ingredients in a large bowl. Cover…

Peace Hope Love Friends Faith So difficult to move on from the tragedy before me. But as I walk in Peace I go forward. I Hope for better days ahead while remembering the Love we’ve known. As I am surrounded by Family and Friends I…

Recipe for Lost Productivity Grease a 5’5 well educated vessel. Pre-heat political and social climate to “Revolution”. Prepare ingredients and transfer directly to vessel, stirring aggressively as if it’s a pot: 1. Pandemic 2. Dubious leadership 3. Police Brutality 4. Protests 5. Social Media (for…

Kunti’s Choice Mother Kunti grieves not for her sons Her own helplessness tightening her soul She’s sure her son will be among the winners But she will be the loser War is never a happy choice for mothers Whether friends or foes Hour 1 @varenyas

My obsession… the tiny masochist of you scurrying in your own terrified delight under my palm. The knowing of you crawling around in the hollow of my hand pleases me more than I am willing to tell. My whim is to leave you there to…

wake up shower shave eat something neutral brush teeth go into a dark cave sit as a lotus wait allow the dankness to soothe you listen to the constant clicking of bats hope this time their chatter will be helpful conjure up the end of…