You there, with the little legs, toddling and stumbling around, yes you. I know you can’t talk so good yet. That’ll come later, don’t stress about it. You have more important stuff to think about right now, and I’m gonna dd a couple things to…

Your words cut I lay awake with the moon Replaying the reel over Are you conscious of me?   A mind wrestle Wanting you to hear the silence Realize. Hold me tight Wipe my tears   You now sleep Forgive and forget, now rest You’re…

Deep gladness, great hunger – having wondered if I would ever get beyond, I wonder no more. The green is perfect – I’m enamoured of the variation in each continent’s pines, I know that now. I inherited black clothes, the color blue – embracing them…

The Spider King   There is an attic full of creaks and darkness I often wonder if the spiders fear What’s beyond the attic door As I do looking there   I guess we can never know What each other sees My eyes are only…

Set adrift Where are we going Somewhere together Will it take long It does not matter Drifting away But it does matter How can it matter What if we get lost Still drifting And what if we do I don’t want to be lost We…

A haiku/ senryu sequence   music concert the room abuzz with mosquitoes an exquisite phrase not even one clap is for the artiste keeping the tala an offbeat catches my ear

I don’t remember the whiskey rage that propelled me to slosh my drink and yell “Fuck you” to anyone who would listen.   But, they didn’t listen. Instead, they just shook their heads, looking at me through the plexi-glass that separated me from the pill…

The lights of passion finding its way to me an effect of my search or a premise to me conscious. How did you come trailing looking for me? when I have been in search of you for years. Where you not listening to my silent prayers…

Writer’s Block is the absolute worse it’s like having your creativity under a sudden curse Your mind is constipated & your thoughts are unable to move to a place that’s free flowing & on going That place is called The Writer’s Groove it doesn’t have…

They shouldn’t see our faces. Which is to say, our faces shouldn’t be what brings people to us. They should want to listen. They should all want to wear their own masks. At our shows with the lights and sounds.   I’ll drum. I’ll beat…