Somedays I think I’ll quit and become a plumber or a chef or a florist maybe writing just isn’t for me Maybe I can arrange sweet peonies and yellow daisies better than I can arrange 26 letters Or maybe I can unclog pipes better than…

Imagine you’ve never met your grandmother. You’re four years old, in a strange house. There’s an old woman propped up in a bed, your father standing by. You walk in. Did he beckon you? You feel the weight of his hand on your shoulder. Almost…

Before Darkness Part I Don’t brush teeth. Let Sweet Pea purr at the foot of the bed, Eyes darting about for bugs to hunt. Rub eyes, smeared mascara. Stay awake. Tabs: Pilates Waist Workout, 15 things to make you a better inline skater, both gmail…

Selfish Jack Because you never let me see what’s inside You never let me in to see what’s inside As my suspense builds up with each wind You never let me see what’s inside I’ve known you all this time Yet you never let me…

Before darkness comes emptiness, echoing, calling out to my soul… reaching out for my hands grabbing them and almost pulling me under. I become numb before I know it I’m swallowed whole by emptiness and spat out into darkness.  

I don’t need no rhyme nor reason For a reason to rhyme Whether in or out of season That’s enough reason at this given time

He stood Before the darkness of his own mind Arms folded Jaw clenched Wondering how it had gotten to this point Once he was free-spirited Joyful Alive But somehow Over time The darkness closed in Fear ruled his life now Anxiety had a stranglehold Sadness…

Before Darkness El Paso’s evening symphony begins fortissimo, an explosion of vibrant colors streaking the desert sky, azure, orange, rose, a visual songburst echoed by the last, frantic calls of birds seeking shelter within the palms and scrub, the scree, scree of crickets advertising availability, and the…

rosy cheeks and rosy face my eagerness may be misplaced but buttered crumpets hit the spot and Vegemite is an acquired taste   the night so far was awful cheery though hours alone will soon seem dreary so I’ll keep writing haiku’s a lot between…

I forgot where we were but at this point it really does matter I’d rather be lost with you in a day full of laughter I forgot where we were but I want to be  submerged in your world