A message to me: You know what triggers. You know what inspires. Stop before it gets too late. Fresh fruits and plenty of sleep. Fasting is not recommended unless its intermittent. Music is a must. Who else can you trust? Cleaning is a necessary. Organization…

Dear Future Love,   I can’t believe I have finally met you.  You came into my life in a flash of ultraviolet light. As fresh and as fine as I can imagine.    You are kinder than I envisioned. Smart and funny on the outside…

Birdsong and first light  announce morning’s arrival. But I choose to sleep.

80s tunes were all about punk…no rock anthems here.   from the first sound of feedback, my career started like that Billy Idol tune about dangerous liaisons with dangerous broads from parts of town no one wanted to see: shakey uncompromising and a little arrogant….

It’s been one hell of an interesting night sleepless night laughed filled night watching the stars fill the sky the moon rising high, weaving between the clouds The night turned into dawn You know, it’s true, what they say, its darkest before dawn but only…

the truth about darkness (homage to Billy Ray Belcourt and his numbered poems) re-occurring nightmares about monsters in cellars with no ladders indicates deep, hidden secrets the deeper the secret, the more painful the removal – like a jagged, rusted storm drain pipes through the…

Shutting down slowly as the sun also rises like Hemingway wrote old man, I wonder if he stayed awake for 24 hours driving himself mad on sleep deprivation and prose Which is what I’m running on almost empty on hour 23

Out of sorts Poetry writing In all kinds of ways Some inspired Many prompted I wonder if I will see the break of day. 16 hours for the summer solstice This is quite a feat To stay up all night and day without missing a…

True survival means that you find the best of things Even from my childhood I learned this to be true Mom was a stranger but I’m thankful that I am alive I couldn’t stay with Grandma but the best I have of her thrives He…

On the rooftop there was a patch of grass A tree Flowers and a bench On the street there was nothing green to be scene So rather than be grounded I head to the top of the world Just to breathe. jj2019 2019 Poetry Marathon