Always paid attention to her studies? Never had time for white rabbits carrying pocket-watches and white kid gloves? Never knew that Dinah was more than just a cat? What if Alice never wondered what might be down rabbit-holes or beyond mirrors? Would the Kings and…

Fresh pine And the scent of a wood-burning fire I would build Baked nuts and cookies And fresh-baked breads Mom set aside for breakfast The silence of the morning was my favorite thing Then, the glitter of white fairy-lights sparkling upon the tree The plethora…

I didn’t want to feel so much; And, maybe, it’s imagined, construed But it’s something to have a thought jump to mind And it isn’t, by far, the only time. I feel easily, it’s true; And I’ve been hurt so recently That maybe I’m latching…

  Love’s Purgatory Veiled In Blue   Caught in your smile, the gentle way your lips move as you spoke through anfractuous teeth grinding out the veracity through geared gristmills, laden with powder– with what was left of my spirit, catching on the edge of…

When you’re not here, I can barely breathe – And that’s the trouble, because: When you’re right beside me, I can barely breathe, Yet, I wish you were all there was. The scent of your hair is intoxicating, The sound of your laugh makes me…

Atlanta, London, Greece and back To London, Boston, ATL Then, thanks to my friend, C. Black, We flew to LAX, as well In all the lands I’ve ever been, There’s never been a man like you My birthday-neighbor-lovely-djinn Unnerving friend; respectful, true Serendipities may mark…

  Randidawn Dawn breaks through the umbra- Her eclipsing miam–her fortitude as she faces discord risen from ashy shadows ruminating over the breaking glow, sunbeams illumine the inherent delight within the souls warmed with tenderness she exudes. Her brilliance manifests itself in shades of color,…

The trouble with being alone is Being Alone: There’s no one around to help Scrub the Dishes To help Clean Up Messes (Or even to Make Them) And when you want Take-Out or Quick Meals There’s no one to join you in the eating Everything…

Another galaxy, another time. Long live the Alliance. 1/2 marathon poem #12 In another galaxy We’d be rebels In another time We’d all revolt In another place We’d carry lightsabers In another time We’d fight for truth But for now together We’ll do it with…

Every day, at the witching hour I do this chore expected not by anyone but me and my doctor if left uncorrected. I spend my last vestige of energy doing leg lifts. Up, down, in and out, In a loop, day in and out.. Leg…