Let me sleep beside you. After all the work is done. And the day has come to a close. I think you want my company too. Howling children are now sedate. Our stomach full of good cooking. Worn out from the day. Longing for that…

A long day’s journey A long day’s night My pillow awaits Fluffed just right A dream or two Is calling my name I imagine my writing Won’t be the same My head to mattress My light snaps to dark I am over this day To…

“Do you feel confused, uprooted, at a loss-almost depressed but not quite?” Sure always Doesn’t everybody? We play this game called life You know- Job, family, home Creative frustration Walking a fine line between healthy and dead. It’s a bad juggling act at an empty circus…

color blasts of swirling stars         deeper into the depths of unconsciousness                     to a inky blackness of nothingness broken by                            a voice from long ago, a scene reenacted over and                                        over from a time when a small child would hide in                                               …

False praise, who am I? Not enough, wanting, shut up Failed my heart, I suck

The emotion in which I felt as you sat beside me, stroking my hand and speaking of our first times. How I would smile and nod, reminiscing of us, beloved heart of mine, whom I felt was running. How the small dark fist of doubt…

waking up for routine of the day doing all jobs and all necessary matters to accomplish everything reaching into its peaking point feeling tired and weary an invitation to slumber a bed so inviting a sleeper weary and tired entered to sleep mode fast asleep…

wedding party downstairs.. i dream of peaceful nights in my hotel room

I just can’t do it is all that I say This doubt that I feel is here to stay Everyone says don’t put yourself down if you try then you can When I do I fail miserably at it so why try I’m failure of…

Ok, I missed a few I didn’t do the fish Fish isn’t for me My favorite author bailed And honestly that one possession Turned into three The sestina almost killed me I gave up poetry then and there I didn’t do the food Diet food…