Pink lemonade sky rock sugar clouds explosion of morning      

HOUR TEN The color Purple- bellflowers, lavender scented soaps, tulips and eggplants- the soil is warm idle garden glove under the summer sun- lilac into verdant mulberry artichokes hand-picked from the home garden Seedlings sprouts into another flower. Red as Sindoor, Henna, spice chai, poppy…

    Autumn red, and the silent leaves Release that rustle which is a scream for them. Rolling down the road too fast and it turns red; they scream. Crashed and on a gurney, he reaches for her hand; His red blood spills; she screams….

Everyone has a color. You’re not a person if you don’t. I don’t know what you would be if you didn’t but you should Pick one. Mine? Blue. My color is blue. Ultramarine to be exact. A glowing blue. One that makes the eyes feel…

“why?! why?! why?!” “What?” Then she tells me what. An unwelcome guest. In the shower. We live in the city and there are bugs. There are bugs where people are. Maybe people are bugs. (ever think’a that? No, you only think about yourself) I come…

  Out here in the desert, Everybody bites, pinches, or stings. When my hound learned rattlesnakes were bad (I was grateful for the fence between them) My neighbor taught me to Pin its head and neck with something heavy Decapitate it with a shovel (don’t…

I do not wish to write a poem about a spider instead of I want to write about a fly that does not want to die a pest but see himself as an aviator, a hero of the World War. Or maybe about a Dean…

Spider   Spider don’t crawl towards me like my lover   Spider don’t entangle me in your web like my lover   Spider don’t spit  venom on me like my lover

When is a kiss not a kiss? a slapping together of lips an infestation of tongues What is a kiss? dance of the eyelashes a covered smile tips of hands meeting, a second When does not a kiss become a kiss? When does love not…

the sweet pleasure of reading a book under the blankets hiding it from the roving parental eye open the covers to the thrill of the chase the light of the flashlight of imagined worlds for nocturnal eyes. A mere bloody sacrifice of sleep.