Quiet…tap…tap…tap no arguing, no music Quiet…tip…tip…tip no voices, no cars Quiet…snit…snit…snit soft roar of the neighbor’s snore Quiet…yip…yip…yip gentle dreaming of a little dog Quiet…    

I put my seat belt on, Expect the unexpected. Cats chase sticks as well.

Strike a waltz, hear the three shades of loss: Didn’t train, reached too far, fell asleep. Though I rise and go on, I can’t win, Per the rules, I missed that when I snoozed. Triple-time, triple beat, triple-fail: Now the best I can do is support Those…

I lie here, watching seconds slide away, With pre-dawn colours lighting up the sky, And wish I could command sleep: “go” or “stay” And know that it would mock me if I try. Great roaring yawns rip through me with each breath Demanding I drop…

In the deep midnight blue hidden in the creche dark came the softest, sweetest song a crooning, lowing lullaby baby to a green-jealous moon and a stilling heart. The private audience heart in that deepening blue did watch a blushing moon beam in the dark…

“I don’t miss him.” I state this calmly over olive oil and pita bread, the Mediterranean smell of chickpeas wafting almost cloyingly. You raise one eyebrow, mute contradiction implied. I shake my head, almost sneezing as the motion wafts up honey, hummus, grapes. Chokingly amplified…

That big pan sitting on the stove means hugs and kisses and Grandma’s love. It may only be filled with potatoes, carrots, tomatoes, cabbage and other roots, but it was planned days ahead and just started because she was getting a visit from her Sweethearts!

In It At the end of the end of those years, his story was not complete, though some would liked to believe he finished that book. She tried to create this world in order to change history but so much was fiction but she did…

I really should clean, my house is such a fright, but I have poems to glean, so, just push the dust bunny out of sight…

Ode to San Antonio I remember backyard barbecues by downstairs neighbors Tejano music blaring for hours, infiltrating every inch of the apartment on floor number three where I’d sit stoned and spaced out. Becoming overtly disturbed when I caught my toe tapping happy to distant…