After the long haul After the “personal” hurricane, The mind-boggling scenario And after, reluctantly, the change of heart You can honestly say, “it’s too late”. With so much procrastinating With so much ‘later-ons’ With multitude of excuses for tomorrow Yes, it’s too late. Making it…

Color Code It is coded by the invisible Not yellow or brown But in the blue canvass of the sky To spray paint in rainbow It has a green – the earth covered tapestry It has a purpose The virgin forest, the lush foliage The…

in a world afloat with love and light, i would choose you, my sweet delight. with no Grav ity tonight, wouldn’t everything just be alright to hear with heart no inner ear ringings, only the strumming of a zillion strings. sent round and round the…

We were just a couple of kids. We spoke of the holidays with our dysfunctional families. We didn’t have the vocabulary to describe an aura. Yet we identified the colors of each family gathering. While our situations were different, our color palate was the same.

That was the day her breasts rose up, areola and nipples and velvet skin, all on their own, and took back their sanctity, their “sanc-titty.” That was the day she knew she was a Goddess of the richest kind, no matter what he said or…

What if the color blue never existed? What then would we do? The sky would no longer be what we know We’d lose beautiful bluebirds too. The oceans would turn to grey Rainbows would break apart What if blue never existed? We’d lose so many…

Born with a natural ability to turn an ordinary day into a sticky situation. Making no apologies for simply doing a job, feeding her family, making a living in the family business. A taste for finer things exceeded only by a drive to go after…

She lived alone The loneliness stayed Surrounded by many everyday In a heart and soul made a California Girl Too country for this world Longing for the right love in the right place and time Inside lies the darkness of Life displayed The smile she…

When Tiny died, I saw, even at the moment of death, the sores on his skin trying like desperate soldiers to heal themselves. His lungs hissed out for new air, even as life pressed away in a fevered moment. His wife Shirley touched the empty…

I made plans and reminders to participate in the morning half-marathon. Life intervenes. For instance, none of my calendar reminders went off this morning. But I also went to bed last night with a writing project that should have been finished only half done. I…