Make your own luck and create your own opportunities. Live Art is just your self expression, what do you want? Free In a dream I can fly; we took a plane to visit grandma. Will How are You? A beauty in silence and we smile….

Still busy… So it’s another haiku for now… Pink, Yellow, Blue, White Hearts of stone; to feel is flaw Coldness is beauty

I used to pretend that I don’t give a fuck But I do (Sometimes a little too much) Thoughts drift to that first cloud of sulphur-smelling tear gas The defiant linking of arms against gas-masked riot line Sneering at disperal orders Black bandana dancing to…

It tastes like grit against your teeth and ash upon your tongue. It feels a lot like broken bones  and torn muscles from a boxing fight. Humiliating, Pitiful endless agony, and a learning curve Feels like being stuck  with no way to make a way….

When I die, there will be no traffic jam, no escort, no police in my parade. I do not want a single mother to be late picking up her child from a private school she can barely afford. I do not want a passing middle-aged…

Image courtesy of EliasSch of Pixabay   For the umpteeth time I try to feel my way out of this hell; this box where I can hardly breathe or move… And for the umptheenth time I feel nothing; there’s no way out; I have effectively…

Hitting a wall with this but trying to unblock Just going to rhyme. Think of some rhymes as well? Add them . . . . From there, I’m going to try to figure out a poem. I seem to be writing more prose poems, and…

The box is empty otherwise we would be safe filling the box now

West Virginia 24 thousand square miles is not small A person could get lost in all that space But I feel stuck A small person In a small town In a small life Locked out of new experiences Locked out of meeting new people Locked…

A long time ago I broke my foot chugging whiskey after being horribly unfunny professionally it didn’t look good on me so I tried on another pair of shoes And fell backward over a curb   I used to have trouble staying still not walking…