“Lately I’ve been finding a lot of inspiration in the work of others. Often when I read a poem, there will be a line (or 5) that sounds spectacular and presents a really interesting idea, but then doesn’t explore it.”   When they talk about…

Look at you! You’ve achieved so much. Perhaps not what I thought you would, yet, in some ways more.   How the years have flown, ten years more like ten days dissipating like the morning mist. As if Father Time is manually spinning the hands…

This egg was a shell cast under a spell no route, no stout, no bell merely an inanimate object in an embryo waiting for life and moving to and fro   How many embryos do you notice and not see? how many inanimate objects do…

The white walls between the artworks Seen and unseen daily Framing the frames Unremarked. The silence between the music Coughed and whispered over Framing the notes Unnoticed. The pauses between the words Chasmic conversations Framing meaning Unspoken. The stillness between the beats, Pulses echo outwards…

10 years ago… where even was I 10 years ago? Oh.   I remember now   Finally crawling out of my ghost form that I had taken on to keep myself safe and free of any attachments lest I had to flee again   Not…

The Forecast Turbulent seas washing over the shore Day after day, the waves crashing more So much the uncertain, so much the unplanned The currents washed quickly, unable to stand Fall down to your knees, then stand up once more To just lose your footing…

Seems Life Provides Incomplete Umbrellas With Broken handles to to “Handle Life” in the Storms of the Certainties of Uncertainty   Seems Life Provides Shadows of Ladders Arising from the Blank Abundance of Nothingness            

Above: prompt image As I left I told an exhibition steward *how* I saw it The paper The threads The impossibility of it – flying – floating – Held motionless Yet ceaselessly moving in a way that, to me never ceased to loop, to move,…

In the distance, I see the silhouette of the ladder going both up and down. Taking me from Sadness and Sorrow to Joy and Opportunity… Challenge and Change-Growth.   Up and Down- The Choice-my own as I climb up or down this ladder of  Fate….

They told me I was wasting time When I could just beg for change While I sat at the computer Writing poems for a page That had yet to exist, you see I’d not yet found the strength To give my writing to the world…