Mus-e-ic (a sonnet) Long blonde hair, bound by a band, pleated pants and dressy polyester blends. Holding sheet music in one hand, and that drink she recommends. Setting up as the crowd murmurs sweating, shifting, settling in his seat. Silence yields from the observers, but…

Eldritch screws You were told there was a year spent By one drop-out on A hundred symbols Meant to do more But just plans not stories What investigations But you were told Take leave But now you want them read Now you want them All…

I see the world in colors. Shapes are hit-or-miss on most days. They don’t really matter much anyway. I know what a tree looks like. It’s a trunk with needles or leaves. What I care about is how bright the blue sky looks through the…

with the brightest of hues you color my world mixing greens and blues and who is to say when tints will dull or colors brighten you are a reddish mix inside my brain sometimes pink and orange and when you do that thing with your…

How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me _ pablo neruda. Sometimes I wonder how Was it me or was it all you You did’nt have to still you must Whatever you wanted you had to have Love stood silent ignominy suffered Wanting needing…

your smile slipping a rainbow into my dreams

Yeah yeah yeah I’m sitting in this chair Yeah yeah yeah Wind through my hair It’s a sunny sunny day And so happy I’m gonna stay Yeah yeah yeah Drinking a cool drink Sipping on it as it drips Down into my chair I slip…

Oh, how easy it is to dream of a life far away. What if that life wasn’t far away at all? What if we existed alongside our parallel selves. They smile when we cry. They hurt when we are happy. They love when we hate….

The amygdala fires primitive, an untaught call to flight. Spiders spark reptilian brains, urging us to fight. The cortex fires a rational, well thought out disgust. A spider simply cannot love, so killing it is just. My brother coaxed me to replace my enmity with…

Between our porch railing lives little Ben. His web bridges two rod-iron spokes bringing in gnats and flees. Little Ben is a patient hunter—so tiny but so spry. Each night, as I sit in my porch chair sipping a sunset beverage, watching the lava glow…