I want more, but can’t ever seem to get it. It sometimes creeps up on me when I least expect, one moment doing something, and the next coming to, fuzzy mind and thoughts, wondering what happened, a little drool on my chin where my mouth…

The Ego appeared and spoke to me Saying, “I” now wish to be heard In a time that is of now—presently In a time that’s yet conquered   The Ego’s debut Appearing at hour nine For as the ninth letter is said to construe The…

Balloons-Love is in the air -Poem Eight   Struck love for each other Besotted to be together   A woman struck by the love of another A woman who took her life for her lover   A man from Verona in love with a woman…

Real They all said they were real. I had – and have – no idea what that means. Is it hunger? Thirst? Feeling the wind catching in your throat? How do you know real when (if?) you find it? What do you do to attain…

This is not a story about Ram it never was, though he played a two bit role which pandered to his vanity and you are forgiven for thinking it is. This is a story of a woman born of the Earth sold to the strength…

We cremated my uncle the other day Actually we left the body and walked away As the cadaver waited in queue.   There was a young girl my daughter’s age Who died gasping for breath, her mother Waiting soundlessly, was given the body instead.  …

Pour down your thoughts dear Here are your swords- paper and pen Keep writing, have no fear! Pour down your thoughts dear Here is your world – a book Keeping imagining, in full gear! Pour down your thoughts dear Here is your teacher – the…

Weird is what we make it And normal’s just myth Paid for by their bottom line It never did exist They tell you what you want to wear Then tell you what to eat In marketing and strategy And everyone you meet Give me gothic…

I hear it all the time. Bequeathed with a lone adage, it appears out of nowhere, melting the arched eyebrows of penance. Into the melting frost from leaves that let go of a part of themselves in the process, digs the arteries of balance. There…

Two worlds divided Of both seen and unseen A medium once confided: “It’s by mediation that they convene”   A mirrored reflection Inverted when seen But its origin— we loosen When the future was foreseen   For as the present time may serve As a…