For a moment, he thought he heard a woman’s voice… the wisdom of the ages… whispering up from the chasms of the earth. A chill scurried up his clammy spine as he caught- real or imagined – a faint air of foreboding. A vaguely perceived…

Seven birds sing to me in the morning From a tree on the block I know there are winter Birds and summer birds I cannot tell which is which, there Are different sounds one I believe is a blue jay’s call They sing, I get…

Carmen wanted to shave Mason whose hair so long Using a wax but she was afraid A white silence came near Sounds so ridiculous Attacks no hear Knowing fear Malemute kid hold the trigger There was a sharp report Mason swung into his aerial sepulcher…

below zero degree,ground freeze, blistering wind and icy water boozer, tiny seed pods succumbed and in surrender, covered in frigid ice,frozen. will it continue to survive,hibernate in blanket of ice, or drowning over saturated freezing ground dying. loosing hope,spring won’t come.

Summer time,tormented heat wave exploding. Sunshine in 90’s and 100 degrees touching my skin, like broiling. The sun rays fierce through the second layers of my skin, baking. High blood pumping, my heart aching,heart valves collapsing, Heart stroke!

Grab a random book from your shelf. It can be a book of any genre. Use either the first sentence from the first chapter or the last sentence from the last chapter as the opening line of the poem. Make sure to note the name…

Sifting my dreams like I’m panning for gold Or precious stones in a stream. It’s mostly debris I find, But now and then, something valuable. By this time, I must rely On the plane beyond time, For here where we are bound by physics, There…

gleaming multi colored stained glass hanging on log cabin, It warms the window from frostbite of winter’s glooming. play it with your creative hands,intricately planned,along with abstract design. be it fauna or flora,classic or baroque design, stained glass will forever hunt my mind. one time,I’m…

She was there growing in the safety of my womb that was meant to nourish and protect. She was there until the cramps and bleeding came. And then she who was- was not.  

Sing a song of six-pence, all fall down along with Humpty Dumpty, the King’s horse, the king’s men, the muffin man and all who live on Drury lane. My musical background began with these tunes and never meanders very far from there except for my…