Quiet Darkness Serene Cold, warm, hot Never knowing about tomorrow Routines, man, poles, bait, hunger Time flies by uncounted and unexpected Swim, float, glide, follow, group Unaware of any emotions Eat, sleep, breath Darkness overcomes Life    

As the sun came up the warmth spread down under. Waking up sea anemones, star fishes, fishes, dolphins, to start off the day. The fishes pass each other in a hurry to get to their morning location filled with delicious food. Dolphins play with a…

  I wake Cat ‘s claw in my arm Time to get up Alarm screams Boyfriend chipper I’m cranky I want new F word replacement expletives Need coffee Sleep Inspiration Chiquita banana lady has died Dallas police station stormed Computer freezes Chirping insect outside An annoying soundtrack…

Awake to see the goodness around The breath of life The bird’s amazing sound The lion’s challenging bite The flower’s blossom In this heart of gold Surrounded by green nature’s fold Into this underwater ground Swam, sunk, stocked Hurted by rocks Along those fine sharp…

slept under a line of guitars slowly singing me to sleep has forged a net of peace bliss surrounding forrests of pixie dust another one bites ~.%    

Forsaking lungs, she flows, knows only her own salt. The moon pulls her safe.

  It didn’t feel as good as she remembered. Now it was tainted. Most days she played her part, Her smile was simply painted. I love you Three words that once meant so much. No longer what I wanted No longer in its clutch.  …

The yew tree, It’s red berries, And black seeds, Flat needles, new green; More a stunted bush than One of trunk and height, but the berry, Within the seed, contains a dark night. Bite down. It is the sweetest suicide. Emerge into the web of…

HOUR ONE POEM # 1 24 HOUR POEM MARATHON A DAY IS A DAY A day is a day, until it’s a week, Some days short, some days meek. Some days long, some days strong, Do you think either is right or wrong? Written by…

It is not unlike me, to breathe through my fingers. I often do not see but the rippling of half truths and dreams. Words that, once uttered, drift downstream to be swallowed by trout. This is not new to me, but feeling it this way,…