Write a poem about a routine or ritual that is part of your life. It can be something like making coffee every morning, or something like attending religious services once a week. Pet the cat at bedtime No matter when it be Lay flat upon…

Moon glow casts shadows on the closet door— geometric watercolors that flicker. I watch them for a while before turning toward the window and the grace of your bare arm: a luminous silhouette. My gaze travels along the smooth and curve of you, and finally…

I forgot to summon Words for sweet pink demons Who light on feathered wings And stare with devil’s mischief Shrimp demons of swamp and sand Flamingo queen of evil Bright pink and brilliant eyes Colored like a flower In devious disguise

The image is a swirl of pinks and peaches, fractals, foxing the brain, colluding against the senses. The exotic flower cushioned around a long black anther is a flamingo momentarily.  

(will add referenced media later, no one included it yet on the media tab) Soon my favorite season Sweet summer child Transitions within to fall The leaves a copper red But my home trees are pines Not seasonal sycamore And my leaves are spines Shed…

Made of glass and metal Hazard in every tube Wood and fabric monsters M&Ms and juice Eaten by the fistful Empty trash remain A wild dino dinner Plated on a plane Plateau of terracotta Cubonic and yet flat And past trees pressed carefully In page…

The room is a blur my thoughts are a-stir the lizards are monsters their cages mid-whir.   Coffee, poetry mix doing lots of cool tricks words jumping off pages into canine cages.   The dogs are loose, too this place is a zoo my dwarf…

  LET’S APPRECIATE BEAUTIFUL YET DIFFERENT CREATIONS OF GOD In the hallways of your school, You may see a child who seems different She may be the girl who always sits alone Or the boy who never talks to anyone Or a child who just…

3am light rain descends as night moves toward morning’s light. poetry’s passion sits on my chest reminding me, like Robert Frost’s little horse, I still have hours to go before I sleep. Sweet sleeping hounds keep me company, poetry family check’s in on by email…

Playful predator begs for attention. Whiny and responsive, he demands for his creature comforts. Like a fly  begging for escape through that damn  window. He demands for any kind of  stimulation he can get.   The thinker indulges the predator’s impulses, Leading with a great…