I feel like painting. Unfortunately, I have no canvas so the paper becomes my medium. I want to try to paint a place. Somewhere not quite near but far away from the malevolent, past over allRead More

Somewhere high above and distant between the lights Over there somewhere behind the stars and hope There is a dream A dream that does not stop, that grows that branches out Far into infinity rather entropicallyRead More

Does it matter how I dress? Can you see my soul From the definition of my thigh Through the tightness of my pants Or read my history From the shadow of my collar Framed by theRead More

I could write you a thousand lines Write you poems, Make them rhyme.   I could list up a million more Reasons why You should be mine.   Clearly, we both know that I should doRead More

Eyes rush and the skin buzzes And the ears are pricked To the acoustic accusations That are the city’s language.   You’ve got a promising grin— You’re taking me to the field You mentioned on theRead More

Moon Cast I sat alone in the cold. The moon as my only friend? I heard an unfamiliar sound. The mountain side cast me as a silhouette against the moon. I sat alone perched on theRead More

It is with the beginning of a sentence that a writer is born. The complex mind providing the simplistic escape from reality A world of wonder and dreams forged like castle walls Each stone a wordRead More

  Comment your thoughts And / Or a suggestion They are usually weird. But some are an exception- All of ‘em sound creepy I report them weekly. But some are fantastic! I love being sarcastic… AndRead More

O’ Gibbous moon of the winter night, A slit of white in liminal twilight, Commands the bowing winds and all Unveiling her form like a curtain-call. On this cold night of winter’s peek, She perches aboveRead More