Tough getting started now I’m on the clock eighteen minutes more to post my first on twenty four   It will get better

Grow our my hair and beard and parade up and down Holly St weekly in neon colored tunics carrying a sign warning about the coming apocalypse Memorize Robert Pinsky’s volume of poems to read aloud and go to the torn down mills site reciting them…

Rico is screaming Point of no return, walking Into silent thunder and Overhead zigzags Blinding Inhale a deep breath Before a summer rainstorm- Amazing ozone Too bad pittie has Astraphobia   Diane Morinich, 2017

It’s elemental my friend. Some declare it is the end… ah, but eternity goes on forever; pays no mind to any weather. Apocalyptic birth pangs again; heavens pour down stones and rain. Thunder roars above the plain; lightning sparks the cleansing flame. Nothing old remains…

I feel like I’m in a movie Stuck in our own weird version of The Big Chill We’ve gathered Because a friend is gone Gone far too soon And by his own hand We gather Because that’s what you do Words were spoken last night…

lining shed as though emergence from cicada skin, shell discarded along with it – breadth and depth knowledge of captivity and familiarity with one’s surroundings but solitary confinement was only lucked upon (if one could call it luck), only slipped into casually tried on (an…

My questioned existence Purely confused inner mirth Never been able to Comprehend my origin Rather pushed to believe The point in being Than being made…   The day I was born They said The supreme wisdom Operating in the skies Made me… Out of the…

I could not be moved Only consumed as the wind pushed the air trapped in my lungs I could not be moved The foundation beneath my boot, dug into the earth Unsafe Consumed Unaware I stand in the fire take me to the water

The summer we listened to Earth, Wind & Fire on the radio too young to understand such lyrics of love instead drawn to those groovy African-inspired costumes flashy bellbottomed pants Maurice White’s hipswangin’ swagger the ridiculousness of lyrics that rang off our tongues Ba de…

the elements of you you grew me from a seed and with kind words, soft touches, smiles and casual conversations I sprouted out of the earth out of love’s good soil you watered me with may showers and warm baths and walks in the rain…