What We See I see you. You see me and everything in between. Spiders are everywhere. Avocado leaves make undulating shadows. Ten to be exact. Like a perfect hand of bananas, they sit contently on their stalk. Mint scented geranium tiny flowers are also in…

A world that is not this one  Does not come with rainbows and butterflies  Everywhere I go.   A world that is not this one   Does not need magic and witches  And princesses and fairytales.   A world that is not this one  Does…

Life is like a box of pizza  You never know which piece  Will burn the roof of your mouth.

My life is a ritual,   Living each moment in precise, calculated strokes  to avoid veering towards a path of misguided sanity.    

Hipster Hiker Haiku   Name-brand everything: green hat pants coat bag pack & meticulous beard   (response to image prompt)

Running away from that   Which no longer serves me  Is the same as turning away   From everything I know to be true  And I can never stop running.  

My skin is made of smoke  Floating among an abyss of stars  Falling from trees with hues of crimson and maroon,   white rays reflected in glittering   Waves, a sea of unknown tranquility. 

Love is delicate this is true. Yet, it can be robust and life giving. The best love though, iot is not a fabrige egg, gilded in gold and celuian adelusion blue. Encrused in the finest diamonds rubies emeralds and sapphires. Whetern it be top tier…

A State of the Union Adorned in shimmering stones. Face aglow she imagines the sanctity of the union that is about to take place. She no longer dreams of reams of crinoline and spools of satin that span the diameter of her dress, as expansive…

A closet to store time. What will we find inside? What treasures and imagination drags do we find inside? What memories are tucked away neatly in a box will come tumbling down, falling often making a slight sound. What lost item that we will find…