Welcome to San Luno, run by Señor Bruno We sleep during your day light Within this city we keep desert hours We come awake at night Buildings made of mesa, stone and pueblo cliffs The inhabitants are happy Though there’s lots we miss. Like there…

ROBERT FROST SPEAKS   Robert Frost speaks to me … Don’t you see? He talks of promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep.   Where I cannot relate, At least, often in my fate; Is the woods in the snow, As I…

With gumboots spread wide, I crane my bare head to the periwinkle sky, tie dyed and bled a skyscraper needle’s head, I then spy pierces a cloud up high, sighs bringing rain’s beating pings like beetle’s wings on thin skin. – Sandra Johnson, 6/26/21  

Ah, New York! I know that bridge. I know that rock where he first kissed me. Not really… I made that up. But, I know that bridge. And, I know that rock. I know that beautiful bustling place where the muses live. I know the…

Cold and warm at the same time, My blankets heating the ice in me, Seeing only the black behind my eyes, As I pull the hoodie closer to me. The car my little home, Like a tortoise carrying my home around, The comfort of it…

Skyscrapers emerge like great stalagmites Their tops wreathed in mist Streets cobweb like the veins of a leaf People are talking, laughing, yelling In English, French, Russian Not everyone understands one another But some do We gather at watering holes to feed Go out in…

HOUR SIX An artist- a graffiti for appraisal a solicitous effort to mend a chaos White noise- a concoction of idiosyncrasies and vulnerabilities. How to break this inertia? Graffiti languishing in a loop- not a loop of Henle but maybe a loop of Karma? You…

Inner city blues Success has many clues The answer solves what’s real No matter how you feel   Sing a simple song of life That ends the violence, starvation, and strife That lets factual knowledge now be heard Where wisdom isn’t a foreign word Sing a…

I love waking up in the city. Just as the sun rises There is a stillness As if the day is preparing For the hurry-up, The honking horns, And the unending tide Of people in motion, Of which I will be one – But first,…