Today is like no other in memory Let us not forget how the sun rays exploded from the clouds highlighting the ripe olives in our orchard. Let us not forget that today when I embrace you, it’s my wish that we never again part Let…
Category: Miscellaneous
Not today
For all the people that have their own agendas for me and what I do with my time today Please under no circumstances assume that I will agree to follow suit The thing is I don’t want to Atleast not today Today is my day…
HOUR 6
FOREST DEMON If he’s warped, then so am I. I feel his madness deep within my cold heart. He screams, thinking no one hears him, no one can help him, but I hear him. Over and over again, the same awful screech, the same complaint. Can…
Hour Two – Father
As a child, she was always laughing, Waiting for her Father to come But one day the Father had gone, And her life has just begun. There’s nothing else to say.
The Lady
Dusk comes brisk and streaks the sky dusting her cheeks all rosy.. and it paints her eyes all blue. It gilds the horizon as though it were an icon, peering past the surface.. the onlooker observes deeper realities. Fraught with beauty, this moment stands still…
#6 Sand Dunes for your Spirit
On a road trip with no rules, Danielle said,“Look! The sign says, Great Sand Dunes National Park. Should we go?” My daughter and I had no idea what to expect when we decided to visit. Row after row after row of sand dunes pile up…
Hour six
I’m terrible at writing haikus. I always need more words to say what I mean 5 7 5 can fuck right off. I can admire the elegance of simplicity, but at the same time, one cannot contain the entire story within the headline. Words need…
Hour 6
Loyalty can cripple you…
the more poems. two.
more is elusive at times impossible. catching firsts is that more. keen blinding light(e)ning strands punching through time fighting for space the wonder fading faster than the mundane arrives. (oh, but it arrives) leaving space. a gap. what comes after a first and before a…
We Wandered (Hour Six)
We wandered, stopping at a playful stream rich with minerals, and in the near distance, an ocean, grey and serious, knowing the predicament we were in. Knowing, and saying nothing. Feeling no obligation to make any warning. After all, the ocean doesn’t tell sailors when…