waves come crashing in again the tide swelling within breaking itself upon the stoney shore feelings can linger there no more the tide swelling within drowning, my heart sinks feelings can linger there no more purging, to clear it again drowning, my heart sinks waves…

The rain drops playing under Sun’s gaze They are laughing, They are cuddling. The sun refused to make them vapors again.   When rain pours In a bright a sunny afternoon, It seems like magic, Like nature sharing a secret, It tells me anything can…

Attention, Who doesn’t like it. Fame, You got to fight for it.   My Darling, A little girl Still stays inside you She may want to be a princess but you need to be the Queen.   Those bright lights can hurt your eyes There…

I stare this hour silenced pillowed breaths muffled then, gasps of horror, a murder a dream

These things are dear to me Honed over the years The lips, the pen, and books to read These things are dear to me From now until the earth I leave Each trek I take These things are dear to me Honed over the years

  You are my favorite food group. Thank you for your brewing, brooding ways, your dark deep stirrings, your faithful dry roasted boost. No matter how many lumps I take, no matter how low the day goes, there is always a mermaid mug of Joe….

(a haibun)   My mama always said there are no good moves. Something always gets lost. Something always gets broken. Some last minute much-needed kitchen item winds up in a box marked Bathroom. There isn’t enough packing tape in all the universe for all of…

(a haibun)  My mama always says there are no good moves. Something always gets lost. Something always gets broken. Some last minute much-needed kitchen item winds up in a box marked Bathroom. There isn’t enough packing tape in all the universe for all of Granny’s…

Dawn brings fractured fragments: a murder of ebony crows scattered across a wire, inky feathered music notes – treble clef, octave, breve. That incessant sun, he’s a lemon -orange scorched ping-pong ball plopping up where he doesn’t belong. A stone-washed sky breathes her secrets to…

(an ovillejo)  I cannot see these blues. Do you? The sky’s an empty sea. See me with all that I hold dear sitting here? A truth I must hold near: My light still shines, but you may be blind. Do you see me sitting here?