The early morning light always looks so different to me. It’s angles and tones are softer, And the shadows slowly creep away, Hiding in their corners and thickening. The early morning light always looks so different to me. The night is usually my domain. With…

Not At All TadK As Time wandered down the many paths available There was/is/could be a sense of going no where As it all red shifted about, flickering images of discrete packets of existence carved up an infinite amount of ways Pausing and looking about…

The Empty Wall The empty wall stands witness A space engraved within to fit the mirror, Of mirror, which her beauty abound Has asked numerously …   The empty wall stands witness Reflection died a long time ago Of time, which the senescent wall Has…

A romantic, she was In love with thunderstorms, spring rains, music, trees and pastel sunsets Pastel sunsets colored the sky as she walked slowly, listening as the trees’ leaves sing to the wind Walked slowly, listening as the spring rain pelted the leaves whispering in…

“The prompt for this hour is to write a four stanza poem. The stanzas can be as long or short as you want them to be. In each of the stanzas, you most repeat one of the lines in the first stanza. It can be…

    Demons cry on mouths so dry Bottle fed in nightmare Hiding in the shadow sly Forgetting those who care   Bottle fed in nightmare Waking thirst is high Under covers eyes will stare As you attempt a sigh   Hiding in the shadow…

Singular pathways engineers create spaces from one place to the next determine the most logical route cement it into place guide us to established destinations But when we stray walk on the grass between trees through bush gaps we create desire paths ways we wish…

She sat motionless…emotionless As he spun his wheel of lies Kneeled before her explaining his senselessness In a moment the clocks stopped and she wanted to die A Hero in worn tattered garb of misconceptions Is what she always saw in him But that was…

BABY BOOMERS Mostly survivors Our fathers returned from The last good great war They built Levittown, Disneyland, American Dreams of perfection TIcky tacky lots With ticky tacky houses, Castles in the sky And we rebelled

After seeing the flicks Bugs’ Life and Antz I came to see you in a different light I revered your solidity, oneness I admired your orderliness I regarded you as a force to reckon with But You’ve been pestering me for quite sometime now I…