“Never breathe a word about your loss”- Rudyard Kipling from his poem ‘if’ https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46473/if— Half truth better than a lie, never short of words, just breathe Do not say a Mislead Word To be pleased About As they mask your Identify into uncertain image of…

When I was a kid space was cool the 60’s found us amidst a ‘space race’ which we won, landing on the moon the summer I was ten A few short years later we were spaced out taking trips of cosmic variety without ever leaving…

There’s a place that I can only visit in my mind to get there, I travel back in time Where PF Flyers were all the rage And long hot summers filled my days You’er invited, I’ll be your escort to our clubhouse under grandma’s porch…

You’re fastening the buttons one by one, or are you unfastening them? On the edge of your bed, I’m mid-urging – to what, I can’t say, I’ve lost track. You have been the master of self-government, but there you are. It’s a complicated match.

This new poem is demanding space Its own room actually It insists I clean out cobwebs And put new sheets on the bed It insists on regular meals A full deep cleaning Hourly sprucing up It demands its own shower for new ideas It wants…

what is it like to walk in my footsteps to see what killed you curled at the bottom of unopened tequila bottles in my kitchen like   you’re not sure if it’s your reflection or your pride I keep chasing but our eyes are the…

Time to come in, Rog. Oxygen is at a quarter fuzzy. The com tells me my daydream is at an end. (daydream?) I finished repairs a decade ago. But the minutes… the sacred minutes I get as my own spec of dust. Harnessing galaxies in…

Full breakfast at three in the morning To counterattack the sleepiness and yawning When my stomachs is empty That is when i get sleepy Sizzling bacon, breaking the silence of the whole apartment complex Makes me feel like I am doing something I should not…

The rhythm of the drum pounding against the concrete The peace of being in love while war rages in the street The immaculate canvas displayed across the evening sky The hands of forgiveness extended to the irrational mind The smiles of children with ice cream…

Man in the Moon He: They left me behind, the mining and exploration crew, assuming my death in a cave-in and taking their projected window of opportunity to get home again. I found my way through tunnels to the site of another group, and another…