And You Have Come, Never To Go Away! And We Have Met, To Walk Forever On The Endless Way.. A Promise, Never To Give Up On Each Other, Come What May!

The sparkle of the moonbeams danced in the reflection of this morning’s coffee The hush of the owls palpable in the air hanging like fog on  the misty lake One more sip of fresh water left in the canteen Damn I don’t know if I’ve…

Our lives are terribly tiny. raise your glass in honor, to celebrate every human emotion, and flaw, every achievement and failure. Such a human condition, The essence of a person’s life can be merely encapsulated in a few simple and humble words. Describing with accuracy…

On the day Mary was alone She tried to create her clone She worked with deep brown soil Slaving away in wasted toil ‘Cos Man was dust plus life force A special blend of blood and bone  

poem 10 I still remember how you looked the night we first met, your golden eyes illuminated in the moonbeams. Something about the way you smiled made me feel things, like I was standing at the edge of a dock, about to dive, unsure what…

And it was all I could do not to sound The coming years of torment I knew was in bound Cause I knew the sound I’d heard it before In the subtle rows Beyond the fields of forgotten I dwelled there for long too long…

children of blood and bone with too much magic coursing through their veins children with brown skin and murdered parents trying to change a world they were never wanted in

Paris in the Fifties Is the last book I bought at the used bookstore. It sings with romance, with champagne, baguette, and brie I will read it in a crinolined Chanel dress And Audrey’s sunglasses, and my feet will not hurt in my high red…

Take us on your ride, Sally. What does that mean? What normal people have you ever seen? Maybe I over anticipate what you’ll say. Maybe your characters will live in a normal way. They’ll have joys and pains, sunshine and rain And when it’s all…

Under the bridge, Beside the river, The penniless kids play using a stick for a king’s sword While the mother goes around collecting all she can hoard Under the bridge, Beside the river, A stranger from the rotten vegetable market join them for dinner No…