Sweet girl your reality was never what it was meant to be. So instead you dwelt in fantasy. And created a life as you hoped it could be. I’m grateful to you my Strawberry Girl, you helped me survive a brutal world.

“Dear 9 year old me” Stay in your room Let them sort it out You are not responsible It is not your fault She is sick in her mind A devil on the loose Do not open the door There is nothing you can do…

Damn…That night was extra ordinary,  A stunning thick blanket of stars…. The night called in a hush  A somber reverie, A settling fog that intended to stay.  Moonbeam poured a pale milky white ray  like lights of pearls  accompanying the stars. I cradled my warm…

A spoonful of foggy dreams from a shelf made of fir Pour into your cup of coffee ‘Twill make you come alive And do not forget to add a sliver of moonbeam Now, you can handle anything Concrete or unseen

I remained silent Stubborn to not reveal my heart Your heart, you knew so well You knew just how to twist And yet I remained silent Can I reveal the fire that burns so bright And burn your hate away? Leave behind the scattered words…

Moon beams illuminate the hush of fog. Silhouettes of fir cross the page. I write three words more and ease a sip from my canteen of coffee.  

A desert sunrise is a heavenly event The clouds part and the moonbeams fade away The fog recedes into the concrete A hush takes hold as the sun nears the sandy docks The motel manager stirs the coffee And opens a jar of jam for…

That picture on the shelf: sipping some coffee from a canteen, sitting on the dock wrapped in fir. The hush of the fog rolls over the damn. A moonbeam lights a concrete paradise into a dim blur of peace. We were young.

Campfires rage in a steel cold night. Coffee by the fireside and music that is right. The hush of the fog makes everything else stand still The moonbeam through the fir trees make the darkness more real. Just inside the cabin window there a canteen…

Moonbeam dancing in the night Fog washing over The hush of the evening Like concrete crashing down Canteen empty Coffee all dried up On the dock, I sit Like an old forgotten novel upon a shelf gj