I AM (2019) i am still growing i hear my mothers advice with every step i take i smell jasmine incense & a cup of earl grey tea i see that maybe things have to get worst before they get better (please say things get…

Empty water bottles sit on my nightstand, having chugged them last night to hit my gallon-a-day mark. A vine of purple flowers, ten years old, finally hangs above my bedroom door, a thin canopy of color against the white walls. A salt lamp and moon…

There’s so many emotion running through me I feel so over-whelm to the point I just want to curl up and hide. My emotions have ran away with themselves. Leaving me feel where do I go from here what’s next is it ever going to…

It’s easy to miss Those little things Lost in our busy world We often cannot see The squirrel on a tree Bright eyed, busy tailed Foraging all around Busy with its own existence And I wonder in bewilderment How are we all that different?

A Walk Nasturtium creeping in the hedge Blackberry flowers promising fruit Ivy, green and waxy tangles I smell the water and the blue eucalyptus I note the speed of swallows Sap shining in the sun Bougainvillea and wild rose falling Hop-scotch and foxglove inviting Great…

Those confused souls refused (I wonder why) to say who I am. Lamborghini visions? The best of the call troupe? Bosoms out to… there? And bare? Such emptiness confuses who I AM! My laugh is pity and almost scorn, for I am torn between sorrow…

You want magic where there is none. In humanity, whose spark is only meant to betray. In God, who is not a genie – no matter how many times you rub his belly with your prayers. In psychics and mediums, who tell you everything you’ve…

I open the creaky porch door and march outside with vigor A warm, humid wind bursts onto face and tiring times await The long and coarse grass hails my arrival Its spiny ends prickle my heels and brush my toes I feel the dew on…

The roadrunner makes a clicking sound and spreads its wings in warning. It is not my favorite bird, the way it preys on others. What I do love are the hummingbirds buzzing by like determined little helicopters, their wings beating fast through the air. Neighbors…

In between the cracked concrete and the burnt out lights, our feet meet.  Whispered secrets, poetry, notebooks passed between you and me.  Nights spent sitting curbside, drawn together magnetically, fire sparking, chemistry.