So life clashed this year. I’m a little disappointed, but not remorseful. And even if I’m not doing as well as I’d like to be doing, I’m not giving up.   Where has my mind gone? Away on the wings of dreams Through mists of…

Hello Darkness my old friend I’ve come to talk with you again We have done this so many times Darkness We truly are old friends Paul Simon knew what he was talking about I have delved into so many consequences Philosophies, regrets, personal testimonials I…

Cruelty you laugh when I cry cruelty my pain, your pleasure     (A lune is also known as American Haiku and follows the three line format with a syllable count of 5/3/5.)      

I was not born to kneel to the chaos within me I was born to, rule it. Poem from The Wild Keeps Her Holy by Tiffany Aurora.   For all I have seen have been and will be, Their crown cannot shatter me.   C….

Standing outside The cool wind makes me shiver The darkness envelopes me The clouds make the shadows flicker The night gets deeper. I close my eyes I smell the rain in the air I smell the damp grass I smell new construction The night is…

It has been decided, we will create Earth.  “How shall we proceed?” Start with a good sized Star, not too big. Bright and nourishing. “Yes, sir.” The process was swift, a sprinkling of stardust. Pressed in the hands of the keepers of the Cosmo’s. The Sun…

Why have your dyed your long locks a color not your own?   Soul Sister… Moon Maiden… Flower Child…   Why do you look away? From the world? Into the phone?   You are surrounded by beauty. Can you see it? You are in a…

She wore silk and issued citations To asses and pulled fools from mangled messes of their own creation. And he dreamed constantly of her perfume.

Dear Future Michael, Starla is trying Please don’t begrudge her the long hours, or the overflowing emotions. Those are why you fell for her in the first place. A “colorful” girl with a crazy perspective, no truer partner could she have found, than you. She…

Dear Guillermo, Hola to my kind Andalusian friend. I write to you from the shores of Utah Lake. The mountains hear are snow-capped yet. How is the climate there? I miss the beauty of the old Moorish palaces in Granada. I miss the lively graceful…