Here I go driving past the crooked creek We’d throw stones in its pockets and try to pick them up again, only a wish away from desperation It’s today that I’m reminded of you Don’t know where I’m going and even though it’s not been…

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…

hummingbirds hasten to a nectar feast, bled dry onward, little wings  

Red-and-white bobber, awaiting a fish undulating with the most minute of waves unsyncopated rhythm, delicate gliding over water – visual mantra of my youth sitting on the end of grandparents’ dock red-and-white bobber, awaiting a fish patience a virtue strange to age nine unless passing…

who knew that weeding the garden could spark a neighbor to do the same my actions for the benefit of the herbs hers for the summer melons   to empower a community of strangers who knew that weeding the garden could jump-start a nascent movement…

“Push me, Daddy!” “Higher.” “Higher!” The giggles are loud and infectious as my toes touch the sky. The colors swirl around me, becoming one as I fly through them. Knowing he is behind me, I live in the moment, enjoying the thrill. “Push me, Daddy!”…

A swing in yellow A field behind Always reminds me of summers past And how the winter comes on so fast The warm summer sun replaced by Brisk autumn breezes Soon replaced by frozen winter rain  

Yoke yellow spheres hold a buttery glow Sun silhouettes stand tall Shy satin stalks break from the breeze Imprinted mud stays motionless, dented and dry Knotted wood sits still, sturdy as an archive now Submersed in memory I sit and swing as my audience of…

The ghost is here Sitting on the sill Looking over at me As I clean the room   My housemates don’t see The ghost is here They do not believe As I get that room clean   I try to explain but, I look so…