at best you are beauty, sex, freedom in tiny drops of body fluid.   at worst you are ugly, barren, slavery, gigantic slabs of concrete.   they say over time, wet wears stone. (c) r. l. elke

Hogwash, hokum, horsefeathers, hooey and humbuggery, tarradiddle, trash, twaddle, tommyrot and tomfoolery: Don’t give me your blatherskite, blarney or bunkum, I’m through with your senseless trumpery.

The sun of that same day going down, Dusk was saluted by an instantaneous sparkle of electric lights. Dinner and bedtime were always difficult to kill, The night after the dance further tarnished by the peevishness of dissipation There were no letters for either of…

Its dark And I’m scared I don’t know how to explain this feeling One person on my right Another on my left They begin to pull in opposite directions As if I was a doll that two kids were fighting over I feel the desires…

Congratulations Half Marathoners! I am so happy that you have completed 12 poems in 12 hours! That is wonderful. Thank you for joining us in this madness. In the past I have personally verified that everyone who applied for a certificate was eligible and then…

Caged Bird BY MAYA ANGELOU A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky. But a bird that stalks down his narrow…

I lost myself along the way somewhere. Most people around me didn’t care. Or maybe they didn’t notice at all that I seemed headed for a fall. I took myself down to the water’s edge. Immersed in the depths of my regret. Absolved myself in…

Eleventh Hour I Talk To the Trees  Trees, extend your sinewy limbs towards me. May I hide my weary spirit amongst your billowy leaves? Whisper to me the message from the Wind. What did he say, What mood was he in? As life hurls and…

I’m laying here Staring at the ceiling Wondering how to make time go faster Do I want to rewind and go back? Do I want to fast forward and get further? I don’t know if I want to go backward or forward At this point…

Dear 20 year old Janice,  Not much has changed huh? Insecurities still going strong. This letter is going to be a mix of everything, regrets, advice, hopes and aspirations.. I hope you remember to smile often,  And practice Kindness.. Be kind to yourself as well…