If there were an incantation I could use Sigils drawn on black flagstone Or blood at dawn on a granite slab chants of words forbidden that stab the tongue and burn the throat a rattle made of dragons’ eggs, powders and potions of ground unicorn…

Neon glows smooth, cool and bright Illuminating the honky tonk night A disco ball sends points of white Across denim and rhinestones, visual dynamite Bodies all pressed together with carnal apetite The woman hugged on me ain’t no ten but she looks alright A little…

The woman learned was stealth was, The darkness was her Ally in escaping the soldiers at night, She would flee to an abandoned building not far from the worker sleeping pods It is also where she discovered fire and pain simultaneously Rainer The woman knew…

  Brave Hector brought a spear and thought to brawl outside the walls of Troy beseiged. He held it loose and felt the grain warm in the grip of fingers born for battle, borne to throw. The shaft was dense and smooth, both long and…

No Magic I’ve known no magic – no fairy spell no witch’s curse I’ve known no alchemy or enchantment – except for flowers that grow unbidden in the grass and open their small faces to the sun – except for fireflies that sparkle amidst the…

A minute poem.

The acid tainted her face, looking at the mirror, she smiled and walked away. He was a prisoner for a mishap, people called him a killer, he smiled and sat down. He/She,confused, looked down with contempt, they called her transgender, she calmed herself and started…

I am unfolding to become something new and unafraid. I am unearthing root causes anchoring me to undesirable and unsuitable circumstances I am unveiling new ideas and germinating new approaches I am unstoppable and fearlessly facing my fabulous future    

My favorite two-year old, – really, almost two-years old – draws my attention with her tentative smile and clear blue eyes. Abruptly – without warning – her open hand is inches from my face, proving to my unfocused eyes, her miniature hand with its chubby…

I dig my fingertips down into the soil past the point of warmth in search of the dandelion’s root & I might as well be standing before a mirror running my palms along every fold and crevice that screams woman pinching my cellulite as if…