Childhood, In Three Pieces   ONE I climbed out of bed and fumbled through the hallway to the bathroom, rubbing my sleepy eyes with my tiny fists, even though Momma had told me not to. I lifted the lid and lowered my Strawberry Shortcake Underoos…

Sitting alone in a bar Miles away from anywhere I feel nails on the back of my neck And the murmurs of a sultry voice Whispering in my ear I turn, but there is no one there I look at the clock, half past midnight…

been to this juncture three times before. Never with the boost of so many prompts my friends think I’m crazy but I love to write poetry is never as good as when completely spontaneous. But I love this time every year. Bleary eyed and wiped…

Sweet Dreams My sweet darling I love you so Sweet dreams Hear my whispers fade Feel my hand reach for yours Sweet dreams This time was fun But it is time to go Sweet dreams Sleep is calling My eyes are closing It’s time for…

So many times throughout my life, I’ve been the underdog; Problems plagued my efforts, causing me to work through fog. But at my core, I had the motivation to do my best; That, along with mentors–strong, was enough to pass the test. As I grew…

80s tunes were all about punk…no rock anthems here.   from the first sound of feedback, my career started like that Billy Idol tune about dangerous liaisons with dangerous broads from parts of town no one wanted to see: shakey uncompromising and a little arrogant….

1) Born under the sun of the blazing Arizona sky So young was my mom, I never asked why. My grandpa made jewelry of coral and turquois I modeled them without a care, I hadn’t noticed boys!   2) Then to Colorado, the place that…

We are the champions Pop rock anthem Pop rock life Victory and celebration We made it We give light We give sound We are the artists We are the starters We are the few Brave enough to believe That anything we can do Blazing sights…

It’s been one hell of an interesting night sleepless night laughed filled night watching the stars fill the sky the moon rising high, weaving between the clouds The night turned into dawn You know, it’s true, what they say, its darkest before dawn but only…

Don’t stop believin’ I did, once I stopped, I let myself sink not into a lull, not a momentary lapse but a period of complete nothingness I settled into a life of long work hours and few excitements and empty-headed melancholy I lived in mediocrity…