NO MAN’S LAND Somewhere between sinner and saint, I reject the black and white brainwashing of religion. There’s too much grey to ignore, too much love withheld, and too much judgement cast. I live between the fine line of being lost and found, stumbling closer…

it roamed the earth searching for a dream, its tongue flickered deep into the soil flicking it into piles, growing hills, its body swam through the land leaving crevices and gullies, to be filled with the endless tears cried by the night. its lost scales…

    Now instead of following the prompt I have written my opinion of myths   Myths and superstition tales of yore the art of creating something out of thin air to take away people’s ability to think and act for themselves. To shepherd the…

WHERE THERE IS LIGHT The constant of time is staggering, bewildering, and heartbreaking. So tonight, I will time to stop. I do not ask, I do not beg, I will it. Just for a moment. Let me sit in the stillness of a void I…

I believe in the mystery, —of what the frog choir sings as they vibrate sound oscillating breath from lung to vocal cords in late summer evening light, the throaty croaks in full sermon at the pulpit of love. —of how a wrist to elbow measures…

Children peculating The tomatoes sacred jars In the steam, of the hot afternoon rain   Many a raincoat, billowing Capturing the frogs   In the gathering evening Both,  resting on their elbows Staring at each other Through mystery and glass      

Psychedelic ramblings of thought frogs croaking, choking on the elegant chorus of the midnight orchestra. Deep in the velvet evening the tired forest sheds rubber skin, large, wooly mammals begin to prowl, on the scent of promised vegetables, senses in tune with seething earth, forever…

Well my dear Is this how you imagined our years Together upon this porch Watching our children recklessly search For fireflies to fill their mason jars Did you dream the both of us would be beaming this evening As we hear our lil ones laugh…