sultry, hot the unmade bed where I have lain this night each poem a story of you. imagined and real unreal surreal true. the sun burns, a fierce white heat that emits no light.  

The City Dead? No, a city always seems alive It throbs with life from eight to five. Later, it puts on neon glitter And parties till midnight or later. It sends long roads snaking out To lasso fields, make houses sprout. Its towers stretch their…

I am fluid, adapting, changing, Between the shores of life and death, Restless, birthing waves, eroding Cliffs, slowly grinding stone to sand. I have deep depths where you may find Fantastic fish of every kind. I play in the shallows, i ride the white foam…

We’re far too many to be silenced Though we only need one voice We’re going to make a difference We’re not giving them a choice Black lives always matter Each and every one And we’ll never stop our movement Until real change is being done….

There she glides Gracefully she glides Silently she waits She waits for surprises In the depth of the ocean She rests peacefully While everyone is unguarded She’ll attack innocently

I thought I’ve seen it all. Blimey! God was a master creator. Within the belly of the sea, Lies a creature the inhabitants Of the sea dare not speak of. A creature made of the complex beast Extinct by science. The longest creature in the…

A curtain of deadly tentacles Roams the Indian Ocean.   Working together Each holding on to their one job.   The greater good succeeds The great individual.   As it grows and feeds down below, We break apart on land.   We fragment. We don’t…