In the river inside me, It flows in starts and stops, And weaves around dams in my heart. There are few passengers In the river inside me, Few wanting to brave its treacherous waters. The riverbeds are drying, the water turns green, and soon the…

The Ultimate Statistic   Everyone will die of this there is no doubt. People spout stats about COVID, car accidents and such.   I do know one sure fact everyone will die. Twenty per cent of this forty per cent of that.   I can…

I peer forward, mesmerized by the emptiness of space. Blackness so thick one could put their arms in it and not fall. Falling into the darkness lights whiz by creating arcing rainbow bridges. A burst of brilliance as first one sun and then another fight…

A time for living cannot be every day if you live it up all night.   You need to see a time for living is as much to behold when studying.   Save time for prayer It helps the soul A time for living includes…

                                                                                Poem no 5 I have a series of paintings in red and black. Some sixteen of them in all. Before I did not like the colour black And rarely used red. Then I developed bad headaches They did not leave me day nor night…

Giant tapestries splash across the wall silhouettes dotting the room Art Deco in spatial wisdom and Van Gogh so vividly abloom The passing ship of clouds the jagged and snowy summit a horizon of the tallest pines and rugged hills the plummet Interior designs of…

Hour 3 The rains came last night in the desert, the ground already drenched from last week’s tropical storm. I followed my usual after work routine – treadmill, stretching, dinner. As I was in part 2 of the routine, the stretching portion, I heard a…

every morning I rise in darkness fumble my way down the hall trying to keep the house asleep even with daylight saving time every morning I rise in darkness it has become my secret friend we share a cup of tea meditate, write, draw –…

Her duskiness is nigh I hear the mice crawling I will with a bottle of rum Bid my dad life good bye I know joy comes in the morning Only I may not make it to dawn Applying make up to bed I can’t die…

white butterflies and confetti dance on a warm’s summer’s day bouquets and vows swirl church bells chime with promises a dragonfly lands nearby hovers and we reach for her luck to shower our journey to that destiny of so many tomorrows