sipping quince and lavender along the way The hummingbird flutters close listening for messages what will you tell them? will it be a sweet song? perhaps one of laughter and open heart? a reminder that all is well? do they have a message for you?…

Driving the highway pay my respects to squinched raccoon squirrel flattened like bearskin rug ‘Roadkill’ is what people call these roadway unfortunates but I think that misses so many marks For it wasn’t the road that killed them but the innate urge we all share…

So what makes you think I’m a millionaire? take a closer look at yourself because I don’t give a fuck? about your money your fame? about other people’s fame in my legacy? how many people you call devotee? Because I walk in power and purpose?…

Through the car window hazed with loss I cleared a spot to see you one more time. You got smaller as we drove away.

  It was the sixth hour Rain did pour— As my mind scoured Through old folk—lore   The clock’s hand began to rotate As my eyes fixed to gaze Synchronized with the hand of fate I swear— its only existence was that to amaze  …