Instability Rickety slates The air empty of fate Sprinting through the heavy doors Blinded by the darkness Dizzy spots fill the irises Blood pressure rises The boogeyman awaits The city lights but a flicker in the highrises There’s no guaranteed lightswitch There’s no real life insurance Just forbearance and weighted […]
I was roadkill Left to rot I was roadkill Then I was not I was disconnected from life Others ignoring the lifeless bodies on the roads I was destined for more But then I was roadkill Rumble strips and salt licks No refuge or shelter I was roadkill Left […]
I have arrived at an unnamed road or so my GPS has told me I laugh, I sigh, I nod I have arrived at an unmarked road or so I argue with my crusty old map I frown, I bite, I agree I have arrived at a closed […]
I can jump through hoops crash through windows break down doors Yet, there’s no shortcut to a dream Nothing has ever come easy for poverty left many doors unopened and many windows with a jagged ledge But nothing has been insurmountable Genies in a bottle don’t exist But […]
And I’m walking in breadcrumbs And I’m not going to balk Feeling my step As they all talk I’m rising up, reaching north Headed west, feeling the heat Scaling walls, unbinding ties Fanning flames, putting out the fire And I’m walking in breadcrumbs And I’m not going […]
Am I spooked? Do I know who you are? Do you want to know me? We are one But torn apart by the sun Moonlight intertwines us Are you just the darker side of me? Do you want to run ahead of me? Can we slow dance […]
My little boy is my world. Everything he does makes me either laugh, smile or ponder the beauty few the world. He has smiling eyes as he is a happy go lucky seven year old. Can I hope that he will always be that way? […]
“Knowing trees, I understand the meaning of patience. Knowing grass, I can appreciate persistence.” —Hal Borland As of late, Mondays have been a trip down nostalgia lane. I recall when I went away to boarding school up in Massachusetts, my south bronx sensibilities were struck by the […]
Transition My world this past year has been steeped in the word transition. Everything has been about transition and restructuring. I transitioned from East Coast to West Coast. I transition into a new position back in February and am about to do so again in a week. […]
“A man that studieth revenge keeps his own wounds green“. -Francis Bacon Naive Jealous Ripe Why so green? Alive Rotted Camouflaged Why so green? Olive Emerald Jade Why so green? Fertile Gentry Paradise Why so green? “All theory, dear friend, is gray, but the golden tree of life […]
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