Saturday evening shortens time with less to see and lovely prompts prepared to guide us as we work this furtive task inhaling bliss and calling out to solvent friends where whiffs of jasmine, clove and Cinnamon cling to summer haven, lakeside bungalow believed reality, yet…

Autobiography of a Face. Its round. Perfectly round. Swiss-precision built. A face, With hands! Who knew? It ticks off my days, Relentlessly stoic, Unable To warn, Or cajole When pushed to extremes By my casual waste Of time.

Your crags of shadow driven thicker by the morning light; I never knew so many shades of white, until I saw you; The glare of your western face in the 6 am orb of sun. The wrinkles of century old glaciers ribbed with dirt, And…

The mirror is a time machine, each tiny wrinkle sending you back over all the places you’ve ever been, the reflection of your whole life’s track.   The tiny scar invisible to most from the lesson learned that awful night by the stupid kid, now…

Seemingly Perfect, larger than life, accented by charm, neck without the knife, The Take is not handsome, Bob. The Queen must play the Virgin, so the Lawless don’t go Sweeny Todd. From your Inception, the Brothers Banded. We’d All Be Kings, if the Legend could…

Autobiography of a Face As I look at my Bosco eyes, As I look at my crescent nose, As I look at my snail-shell ears, As I look at my piano-key smile, I realize that I’m as delectable as chocolate, as magical as the moon,…

a face which God molded and given a love  a new technology ruined, unloved tattoos as art spreading onto earrings anywhere hung too nor make-up brush coarse with different colors with different styles to make beautiful think so beautiful in front of the mirror cut-off…

It’s like after a robbery Of a grand house. A life is there, but pieces are missing.   They took almost everything. I am left with so many odds and ends. And the important things, I go to where I kept them, And there are…

My skin now starting to sag and droop Hides the truth of young resiliance The wrinkles playing at my eyes and mouth Tell the tale of laughter always getting me through the tough times The grey hair tumbling about my face Still surprises me, where…