A wall of trees line his mind. Tall and proud. Dense and thick. Multicolored leaves hide beneath his veins, secret desires that only appear … when the wind blows.  

Standing next to a telephone pole, In a waitress uniform. Sweat dripping from my brow.   I’m waiting for him. My brother is on the other line. I had no idea that these blue-signed pay-phones still exist.   Looking at my self from a distance….

The sun awakens giving way to the reality of a new day The path that led dreams to be real – Led fears to have breath has now past away The time passed through imagination have led to this moment to depart Walking along with…

It’s the pinnacle, the ultimate moment The jukebox is playing all the hits We’ve left our troubles on the red planet Our pain and suffering is all but gone You and I have been numb for too long They could build a solid concrete wall…

Delicate Brutality You breathe purpose into this broken heart. Your love is healing it is in my blood. I can feel you in the air tonight. You shook me up electrified woke me up my restless heart beats only for you. Save me from this…

A strategy for daily living by Ari Kiev MD:  “Several years ago a young businessman visited my office with a very unusual request.” He offered me no money. He was all alone.  He had a strange look of indifference in his eyes and that’s what…

Childhood, In Three Pieces   ONE I climbed out of bed and fumbled through the hallway to the bathroom, rubbing my sleepy eyes with my tiny fists, even though Momma had told me not to. I lifted the lid and lowered my Strawberry Shortcake Underoos…

she ran when others walked, she danced alone, a storm on the dance floor she was more than rebel, she was the wind a wild flower, expelling her seeds to roam the earth an ocean wrapped in skin let the world try to define her,…

A darkness crossed over my heart more than once. No crowds gathered to see it. I had always been told that the dark would pass. But I never chose to believe it. When the light returned my heart felt burned from adjusting back to its…

A Prose Poem Inspired by “Quicksand“by Nella Larson  (A first line too sad to add. Might I choose the second.) “Last and hardly had she left her bed and become able to walk again without pain hardly have the children return from the homes of…