So glad you are here – The hideout of my life, still waiting on the day Not sure what you did – The hideout of my world, a little sad The night we would have – The hideout, the dawn light, the night is the…

I sit here a hypocrite, always. Big ideals, strong moral fiber, but mostly words, not much action. Words can be action. I’m trying to activate them. But so far… nothing moves.

    Ineptitude   I can only brood at my ineptitude words just shy of crude.   I know I am viewed a buck short of shrewd. As the words that I’ve spewed put us all in bad moods. I have somehow accrued the right…

    Immigrate is usual Travel a desire Succeed an illusion   Long for roots Let go the past Start all over   Wherever they go Traditions alive Missing the past   Judge, unnecessary Condemn, not a solution Compassion, might help   On their shoes…

My strong nocturnal nature is continually at loggerheads with my propensity for early rising, taking in a new day shortly after it begins, racing the sun squeezing in sleep after a long day prior to quickly starting another I have yet to reconcile my propensity…

Gollum had it right. “My precious,” he trilled, eyes grown overlarge, grasping hands stretched thin and knobby — the better to reach you with, my dear. If I could hold you tightly enough, so tight seconds failed to tick and light forgot to pulse, we…

Spider quickly glides across the ceiling trailing it’s sip my web Flies, bugs, faces, getting stuck in the sticky trap Small, medium,  taranjalian, hiding in the walk in closet Crouching tiger under my bed Wait in silence Creeping along the covers  

It sleeps between us, slipping out of bed unnoticed, exposing my legs to the bitter air of memory. If I could just bring it out, turn it over, and have him label it, then we could set it aside. But it remains hidden under the…

They’re more world weary Than when I last saw them Even more so Than when I met them But underneath everything I can still see the boys they were While acknowledging the men that they are We knew each other then We still return to…

dew on grass, wind in my eyes and ears sick sour apples spoiling in the grass hot heavy air bees? everywhere i miss summer  nights