My little brother, Sam, doesn’t think leprechauns are real – can you believe that Green, lucky, rainbows, pots of gold How can they not be real After all, green is a color, rainbows shine in the sky, luck happens and gold can be put in…

you told me to close my eyes and count to ten, to come and find you when i opened them again but in the darkened beats i felt your fingers intertwine with mine. “i didn’t want you to be alone,” you said. we decided to…

‘Ther’ are moments when I stare At the white ceiling   Not that I am weaving a thought ‘Ther’ are moments when I stare At the sun shining bright   Seeing only the black spots ‘Ther’ are moments when I stare   At those dark…

Gigan # 1 What shall we seek, you and I Upon this shared journey through tide, time, and space Searching for purpose and meaning within the universe You’ve found the reason is for betterment of others I think the paradox is in the evolution of…

Seated at the counter’s edge I cannot bring my greatest lev’ rage against those who would try to take from me my heart’s desire and throw my rights into the fire My pain today is well known as the world begins to grasp the weight…

Games bring families together It’s a way of passing time and brings the community together It is carved from wood to barks of nights The games are passed around till you end up with twos or threes In communities it’s a way of passing time…

He doesn’t keep things forever. Not pets nor people, Christmas tree bulbs Nothing is an heirloom to him but his mirror image and triple length self publications. He’s a tricky throw awayer with his darting eyes, his clever lines “Oh, you didn’t want that, did…

Hour Eight – Gigans must be 16 lines in length with seven stanzas (each stanza is separated by a line break). It goes couplet (two lines), tercet (three lines), couplet, couplet, couplet, tercet, couplet. The first line is also the eleventh line, line six is…

We used to play mancala in the evening or on a Sunday afternoon. Newlyweds with time to enjoy each other, laughing at a loss shrugging off a win wanting only the togetherness and something to do. Colored stones clicking moving faster with each round faster…

Rest calls to me Dark fathoms dropping like stones into cold waters Weightless, I’m claimed by silence Still