29 two kids a husband at war kidneys not functioning as they should 3 different nephologist diagnosised it doesn’t look good Mother’s illness is chronic why is mine end stage insides filled with angst fear and rage Regardless of fear I had to be strong…

The rain that beats upon the dirt, that tastes the leather kiss of leaves, paints the mud upon the ground, and runs a shiver through the trees, soaks the yellow swollen moon, and light-torn sky, bible-black; night yawns and calms its gentle tears —the streets…

There is a man who fishes all morning and feeds the birds all afternoon. He is always surrounded by pelicans, gulls, even great blue heron, and the occasional wood stork flock to him for food. Up at Mirror Lake, the egrets and ibis compete with…

I feel like a kamikaze poet now Just all in to the mission Buckle up Scream Bansai And crash into that next poem Why care if I survive? Who cares if the poem will be memorable? Just take out that wall Take down that number…

HAPPINESS is … sun rays streaming down my open windows … sounds of children laughing, playing with their hearts’  content … distant sound of honking of horns … 3 scoops of Honey Dew ice cream … ticking of a silent clock … readiness of a…

hop on hop off a crow crisscrossing traffic for the squished rat

it seemed time to end the charade let willie go back to the chocolate factory enough games have been played someone must have forgotten to ring the bell when visiting hours were over because she stayed longer than he loved her.

walking into oblivion evening is now near mystery slowly unfolds children are wandering with raincoats ready crossing into hell percolating in the heat steam forming fast jars start busting spraying frogs everywhere

Racing to the woods on a summer day singing as she makes her way through the stream of tadpoles she stoops to say Hey – cupping 2 or 3 in her hand, releasing them, then skipping away the embankment forces a bit of a frown…

If i were to knowingly die in the next five minutes I would give thanks to my creator for allowing me to spend my last minutes doing what I love and I just happened to have some chocolate on hand to nibble as I write…