Running on empty Pre-dawn hollowness A shell of my usual self My words brittle, stilted, halting My emotions devoid of feeling Free-floating angst and anger So great, yet so nebulous. I have no core. My thoughts echo in the vastness as they ricochet between scales…

Morning at the Eastern Gate a symphony of song and sweet Roosters crow in the distance behind the gentle dee dee of that my favorite little bird lovesongs to the sun it’s the crows who take great care to break the gentle din— summoning me…

I long to be on a ship right this moment And watch the men work in merriment As the anchor is secured the seagulls visit Not minding the intense afternoon heat As the ship voyages the vast horizon The world unfolds clouds move in unison…

Maps of discovery carved with claws Boundaries drawn and scratched on skin And within Adventure tasted through teeth Tearing at clothes and what lies beneath Tangled truths gasped unaware A web, a trap Spun from half discarded underwear Patterns etched with firm hands On a…

I long to find ease. I long to find rest. I long for a lover who’s up to the test. I long for a morning with nothing to do. I long for world wellness and for world peace too!

  The night’s dragging on forever And yet time is flying by Dripping poetry in our wake As we pen words with a sigh 24 poems in 24 hours A creative’s crazy dream Push your talent to its limit Like a seamstress’ outer seam Now…

My focus is warped warring with a deep physical need to soothe the swimmer’s itch rash inflaming my legs. My focus is divided vying with the physical need of finding a more comfortable means of sitting up all night, My focus is eroded by the…

What I want is simple. For you to love me As I love you. For your grace to embrace My very being. For your light to cut through The hate of this world. What I want is your everything. To be able to consume all…

Although living in a cage, I am a bird; flying in my dreams. Mine is a story untold; I wish I was enough bold! In the question marks I believed, And in the doubts, I often dived. I imagined to come out of the cage,…

Your muzzle grows white Poor, old girl. Affection starved Hoping this time Someone will have time Someone will help with the stairs Someone will brush me And feed me And walks me And loves me.