I loved my father but sometimes he drank and the closet was the only place to hide. I listened through the door as he raged his inner battle and I crouched in the dark, hiding from what I’d done wrong. Please drunk daddy don’t hit…

Some of My Closets   (Poem 12)   Jewish kid who just wanted to fit in like probably every other kid. Philly streets of cement, priest telling my friends not to play with me. Nuns kicking me out of the gym for obvious reasons. Why did…

A young man stands still in the Soothsayer’s shack “It is not strength, but patience you lack” , the seer says beneath a tattered hood in a drafty cabin to the north of the wood The knight huffs and turns upon his heel but stops…

Image Courtesy of Pixabay   Life, a ceaseless puppetry unfolds its play, Each marionette trapped in its private plight, Acting out scenes, from dawn to fall of day, With none escaping the puppeteer’s slight. Invisible strings, our fates forever bind, In life’s theater, we dangle…

My closet door opens on its own, exposing my lack of organization and preponderance of stuff.   My cats love it. They plunder the bags of yarn and leave string trails of forest green and fuchsia throughout the house.   I took out all of…

People dont usually like me, Even though they hardly know me, If only they would take the time, Then they can hate me for me.   Even though i keep to myself, People dont usually like me, But they should take time to see, The…

The leaves are already changing transforming from their summer greens to fall’s oranges, reds and browns Birds are migrating Squirrels are foraging Hot summer breezes change to crisp October winds days grow shorter the nights grow longer the sun’s warmth fades It’s the season for…

Running naked through the tall grasses, no shoes, no breath, no exhaustion, no thirst, no thoughts, Just this hunger, drenched and clinging to me, I could attempt to peel it off, but I keep chasing – everything else intentionally lost or left behind, wilting and…

White blends with black Lines like flags atop the sea Eyes peek in a stare The brush dances, twists and curves A seamless burst of beauty  

The home of costumes and confusion to some, images of organization to others. Never enough most claim! beneath the bed ain’t the same as shelf space. But the dreams hung here can wither and die in the dark, motheaten and buried treasures lie deep within….