I am done with wandering! Those mystical creatures have abandoned me They have flown away.   I am done with Wandering The night sky has become too dark Those stars are packing their bags its time to go home.   I am done with wandering…

Its pure Maroon Curtains are hung in every room The house looks bright Curtains seems right.   There length is long Like the hours she spends at home The color is dark Like the nights she survived alone   They seem mysterious Like the secrets…

The Night is for Sleeping “Come to my window tonight.” These were her words. An invitation offered, But declined. The night is for sleeping. She laughed the first time, Then cried at the second. By three she was angry; There was no fourth. The night…

Like most things, you’ve lost your charm, but keep smiling and I’ll go home with you anyway. Or at least to your car where we’ll fog the windows and smoke your last cigarette.

Dear 1986 Self, I was once told I had a bright future, But I never bought the shades or learned to read the map, so losing my way has been the least of my worries. Though your effort noble, the dissipation of faith in (of…

Dear Monster Dear Monster Girl, let nothing hold you back; with hard work, you can realize your dreams. Sometimes the best defense is to attack, and many times you’ll paddle hard upstream. True love’s a mystery (a well known fact). Remember human hearts are not…

The Places You Can Go The strangest sight you ever saw Was on Main Street today It made the people stop and stare And not know what to say. Parading her way though the town Was little Nora Knox Marching with a big black bear,…

Cunning fox, lithe red form and brave, black bear lead the girl over sidewalk through concrete jungle decorated with a spray can among leftover flora. Or maybe, she leads them.

Memories are nasty things Kicking up dust Settling into corners Sometimes, yesterday Weighs so heavy I cannot get out of bed My therapist says I live In the past, forget today He lacks credibility, though right It’s his talk of religion I mistrust, foul concept…

Welcome Back Home ‘Welcome Back Home’ exclaims the sign that hangs above the door. The house sits darkly mocking me, as I stand in the street. Twelve years at least since I was here; it feels like it’s been more; I feel the old familiar…