THE BUFFOON Every time I see him, I writhe from within. More so, than the chill I get from disappearing glaciers. He is a no man, a figment of his own manipulation. A wart of a human being that entangles his prey in a twitter of lies.  …

Pregnant Pause   I awoke in an unfamiliar vehicle, with my husband at the wheel As we drove, my life-filled belly swelled to greater and greater proportions, each change in size bringing with it a different person in the driver’s seat The further we drove,…

For you, I have so many words For me, you have none You live here, a ghost in the flesh Until the summer passes And you haunt some other place. You say, oh hey, I wasn’t listening Eyes always astray Awaiting the growth of the…

Anxious to see you Nervous about the day Goosebumps head to toe as I think ahead Suffering as time all but stands still Tremble because you are in trouble. The good kind

Technology is a strange and mildly addicting science at best.  It is not as mysterious and as far reaching as the study of the stars as in astronomy, not to be confused with astrology. Technology is the means by which we communicate most readily. Two of…

I used to dance, you know Though it was more like Prancing around…all day long But it made me happy. That day, when it all happened It felt like dreaming Floating over the sky And when I woke up.. How did I feel? Nothing..really It…

To be honest, I’m not clear on angst: Breadcrumbs under one’s existential skin? Psychological unrest of teenagers quarter-life-crisis-ers mid-life guys who grow their hair?   What, exactly, is angst, beyond asking questions in a petulant tone?   But I am clear on this: The “tone”…

Pumping blood of worries, On veins of negativity. Made up of dark chambers, And loneliness for arteries. Beating with danger, Thumping with fear, Pounding hard for the unusual things, Though they are not yet made clear. Silently screaming, Wanting to get out of this old…

Wrinkle between the azure orbs is filled with sweat beads. Underarms are soaked in deluge of fluid. Feet slide forward with heavy glide that hides the anxiety. Suddenly the torch disappears and all is inky blackness. The wavy tresses bounce as the teenage head pops…

There’s a knock at my heart’s door And though I know I shouldn’t answer it I open the door anyway. He slips in claiming to be here only a few minutes. But he’s sneaky And attacks me where he knows I’m weak. He wants to…