Oh there you are you checky child In amongst the many tongues The place where my child hood lives A story telling hidy hole The clothes silks from the east The jewels from the continent Wooden chests caved intricately of musses dancing wildly I d…

Look out there! For once, just look. Look! Isn’t it beautiful? These lights in the sky, sparkling, burning, moving! Stop! Stop for just a moment. Stop the wars. Stop the fighting. Stop the name calling. Stop the hatred. Stop fighting for some stupid job so…

You may know everything about your closet Unless it has a door in which case, you will find that your closet may hold anything. Anything Because You Don’t Know What’s Behind The Door Oh, you may think you know, but you don’t know For Sure…

a brother  I can’t believe Ryan found him & not me , not that it matters. The fact he’s found is far more Important than who found him. But he’s thin so so thin. Muffled noise Beneath my arms: Stell I can’t breathe. Right ,…

2pm. Poem 12. Pantry Closet She taught through her actions not words. She showed silently, “There is not enough unless there are two or three of each of everything” This was the scarcity of living on the other side of the tracks in the ’30’s……

Closets are a wonder and a terror, both – for childhood A place for them to hide, or monsters – or even both? A place to explore clothes, identities, and social roles in innocent dress-ups To imagine who you might be, who your family are,…

You’ll got to do what you got to do, And so, life will present one for you. A symbol of you, And what you present, Is what life will present to you. Karma is a shadow, Following you around, It’s a full circle, Up and…

Closed to clothes And filled with bones The wooden hinges creak The tip tip tap of many toes Sentient pear antique Ripped from the wall, Not a chest A close by closet for traveler’s ease An armoire by technicality My closet companion tamed By consuming…

Children bounding past Long carpeted hallways Open eyes peering through the  Shining slit Excited to be the last found Till parents beckon us home

The Ordinary is What Was Extraordinary the pilgrimage inward is never the same as the voyage back. everything looks different and the journey seems truncated. planning to be prepared for the unexpected, itself a contradiction, is an exercise in trust, for once the gate is…