ANGELS ON EARTH Dressed in white with a caring face Is that an angel with an angelic face? Who is the person walking with majestic steps? Is he the head of this place called paradise? Does he have magic in his hand? How does he…

High in the northen hemisphere We’ve been, it’s true: Since late in June Embarking on endarkening. Despite its annual pressence here The shorter days, (still summer-hazed) Are yearly worth remarkening. Of such delights is Earth supplied That time still takes us by surprise

The sky is dark Just like my heart When trapped within the city So sometimes we seek refuge Far from home Some by choice but it can be seen That not all are so lucky Unhoused this is their day to day So we take…

You ain’t fooling me again With that chip on your shoulder With your eyes narrowed with deceit You ain’t fooling me this time With your shady intentions And the lies that surround your smile You ain’t fooling me again Like you did before With your…

The preacher for the graveside service was provided by the funeral home called my father Jesse for the entire ceremony but his name was Jess Being laid to rest under a false name on a cold and rainy November morning is a sad way to…

Inspired by this song here People long for light in which they feel something warm To some that’s a bright smile in which they find charm To some it’s just the little things Longing and reminiscences Gentle touches in a soft cafe The peak of…

It’s 2 am and the street lights are not working again. Darkness sweeps the road outside The familiar looking strange. The curve of the bow, plucking music from my soul. An aged soul that wanders in and out of rooms Listening to the soft breaths,…

There is a coffee shop I frequent everything but the coffee a cliché old building, exposed brick plants, hand-lettered signs roasting their own blends alchemy of ‘house-made’ syrups – lattes you long for, unsure why depending on barista, music mix runs the gamut from eclectic…

inspired by this song here So much loss in losing Not so much picking it or choosing Little lifes like candles Buzzing out a tune Funeral singer bee keeping When magnets report the queen Buzzing her tune no more Pray for successions Return, return to me…

Daylight warms the window as I stretch my arms in bed. Lost in contemplation about something dumb I said. Or was that just a dream? I try to clear the existential cobwebs from my sleep-filled head. I rise to face the morning, greet my beloved…