A Mother’s Lot Feeding everyone else first while her own food cools Keeping wakeful watch over sick babies in fitful sleep Wearing clothes with holes so teens can wear brand names Sitting in a backseat for a carsick child up front Sacrificing, scrimping, serving so…

Shhhhh, I’m reading. There’s a world playing out in my mind, While I sit stone-still, staring at arrangements of letters, That give birth to whole lifetimes. You can talk and laugh and walk around, But please, please keep it down.

A Firefly, one of the minutest insects If not for its light, Never! would you even notice its existence Similar to wasps, sans the light. Mesmerizing to look at, especially after a bout of rainshower Twinkling, lighting the dusk, the surroundings Miniature lamps in the…

Its now just morning what a beautiful day, The long night has finally gone away. I can see the sun coming up again, To greet me and meet me , to say Hello, friend! I’m so glad you’ve come again this new day, To hang out with…

if I jumped off of this balcony I wonder if I would land on my feet I can hear my knees give out now broken like cracked wooden panels If I don’t land at all I wonder if I beat my arms fast enough If…

Footsteps echo off the pavement Tapping rapport in the dark Shadows all in triplicate Criss-crossing over arc All the dogs have set to howling Sombre timbre to their bark In the air anticipation Of the stranger in the dark   Black as ink the bats…

Clearing space. Stacking stones by size in readiness. Largest near wall base, smaller further out and fillers (most important) in piles.   Marking batters. Ends defined with timber frames, sloped for strength. Base string pulled taught, between nailed markers, an ideal guide.   Choosing stones…

The sound of cicadas is the only thing that cuts through the silence. Maybe it means something. Maybe it doesn’t. All I know is this is a lonely hour and i anxiously await the moment when the rest of the world will rise.

here in the final hour where I slept the last 10 hours in sickness to renew my health I am playing catch up challenging my mind and my hands and my mouth to produce poetic undertakings of heart and soul no sleep no success no…

White face, curly hair, Wide eyed vacant stare, Leering smile painted red Crazy clown will kill you dead.   Baggy costume, spots and stripes, Cymbals, drums and kazoo pipes, Circus lyrics left unsaid Crazy clown will kill you dead.   Juggle dagger, juggle ball Squirting…