I keep falling for people who are wound so tightly they are a marionette to their own repressed emotion, and if I spend long enough uncoiling their laugh lines they come completely   undone, shoulders slumped forward, eyes bright with tears they didn’t think were…

The sticky spiral of a galaxy pulls us toward an unknown center. The sun is a spider, gravity its slow-strung web to snare us. One only need to look at the moon, wrapped in pale silk, to know our fate.

“Golden Shovel” poem after John Haines’s “The Hermitage” I am lost in a forest A tangle of moss crawls below My feet, an endless stone stair Up to a waterfall I finally recognize, a secret It has no name Mine is carved Into a nearby…

West Coast Sunset (“it starts by dimming the light”)   Everyone has to see it (even if after it starts) time ticks slowly by at first, then sky is dimming and colors blur into the horizon, long after the sun looses light.

Unfulfilled most, if not all, of your promises Place her at the last rung of the ladder of your priority list Despoiled everything of her little happiness and quirkiness Criticize all of her demeanors, whether intentionally or just plainly criticize her for the heck of…

Dapple of sunlight floats back and forth on the wind,Wings beat together to stay off the ground flitteringflutteringfloatingflickeringflapping Flowers reaching up to help the frantic little dapple of sunlight life so shortFighting against harsh windsfrom flower to flowerand still the dapple keeps taking to wing…

I am swept away. Toes pointed, scuffling unable to walk but dancing with a lightness that sparkles like happy motes in sunlight. Where have I been? Where did I go? Where am I now? I haven’t the wits to guess, the breath to answer. My…

Full moon Golden light streams onto the dampened streets Swallowtail Jig plays foamy beer mugs and loud drunken cheers Men dancing in circles bickering loudly over the happy song jigging happily on the night wind

  everywhere we go people want to know who we are, and we tell them we’re UNITED mighty UNITED we’re Red to the core the Mighty, Mighty core we’re standing at your door oh Manchester, oh Manchester no Scousers wanted here we’ll beat you every…

The moment my alarm goes off Its hustle Every minute counts from bottles to breakfast I need to find a way to make this easier yet I’m too tired the night before to give me the time I need so in the morning it is…