I would give the world simply to sit in traffic, with you, see hours exhausted as all cars around hiss and grog for movement, And I want you to watch, know my world, know yours. Trees, or what is left of some (Like the wooden…

within the little toes are present moments, tip toeing to the purple view, bruised… I need you, I need you to allow me to be you, I almost got there once, with pointed toes, daddy played with them, mommy cleaned them, I almost got there…

With all our efforts, we fight our aged, tired eyes to be together, to clench our childhood ties. In soft moonlight, we stay out after hours exploring this city’s dwindling fires or the neighbor’s bed of flowers. I love your company when we play pretend;…

Melted into thoughts that have consumed my whole life, I wait… For an epiphany An idea A gut feeling Maybe message of clarity. Still, nothing. V.Sky

Treasure Island: A Memo Sail to work, dock at your cubicle, and salute your colleagues with a friendly, “Good morning.” Continue your intimate relationship with your computer screen, answer every overseas e-mail, and help your clients navigate their bank accounts. Lunch at your desk. Swallow…

I awoke under the silvery, soft moonlight. To be honest I was clueless as to where I was. I slowly surveyed my surroundings. I was on a sandy beach with spikey palm trees to the right of me and spikey palm trees to the left…

Thanatos came in an old-time Black Maria and parked with one wheel on the curb. “No need to drive carefully” He laughed.   “Be honest, you’re happy to see me.”   Am I?   In the soft moonlight, in the held-breath stillness before the brightly…

HOUR TWO POEM # 2 24 HOUR POEM MARATHON RE-GIFTING Last Christmas my Aunt Mabel, Gave me a three legged table. I looked with great surprise, She said “It was quite a prize”. And a highly collected piece, Why not give it to your niece?…

Between breaths I mutter sweet reminders to myself that I’m worth more than struggle. Time seems unkind as I age still holding on to old dreams that never seem to fade. I search for exit signs that will lead me to a space where time doesn’t matter….

How simple, yet flowery, You can be, Whether you’re describing A mushroom, a grasshopper, Or a vegetable. I long to be just as concise And to the point.