There are four sides to every door Ponder from which direction you will turn the knob Deep within you must explore your willing waged war Knowing some paths will lead you to sorrow and sob Those that shine bright with contoured purpose May not be the […]
I’m on the ledge of balance: Adieu The past couple of months, I have been experimenting with poems, haikus, photography and flash fiction. I have loved the thrill of pushing past my writing comfort zone. Some have turned out well and gotten recognition; while others-well, you know. […]
Mimi’s Day Summed up in a Haiku Morning chores galore Boozy lips pontificate Hazily run home
Little Room in the Wind Standing firm on the swaying earth Concrete and nature are holding hands Filled with goodwill mirth Sprouting understanding from the land Seeking refuge in the templed room Cheeks kissing the floor Breath out the gloom Build up your empowered core
I’ve run so far away from you Looking back I don’t know what I see We were once a welcomed whole Now we are memory fragments From the rocky nest I flew To catapult a hungry, weary knee In and around many a rocky dust bowl […]
Great Expectations: Bathe in Truth Cream The door is smeared with bloody prints The floor is littered with smashed-up dreams Madness lies in the furrowed squints A hundred ideas wasted on the blasted regime Brush out the deviled lint Fly up above the horrid stream Muddy waters always […]
You long to quench your thirst You long to feed your soul You long for a moment of inner peace A green cocktail can soothe and nurse A beautiful bar can serve as a stole An eye’s search for art can be appeased The lovely […]
A daily ritual Woke to a growing sprinkled field of yellow Chirping musical notes throughout the spectrum An owl hoots into the sunrise The rabbits scamper and mightily sniff Nearly forgot this was no serene monticello Instead I lay waste to a thorny plectrum Plucking out all […]
Howl on a bloodstone: belt out your pain Last month in 1957, US. Customs seized hundreds of copies of Allan Ginsberg’s Howl. Today, Howl is free to hang around the shelves of many libraries, no longer subject to massive protests. I, thus, felt inspired to write a little piece. […]
On the eve of a grudge storm: You will succumb Its coming Its rolling Its biting It WILL overwhelm Its drumming Its controlling Its engine igniting It WILL be an unkind realm Its not succumbing Its not consoling Its not inviting Its a jagged-toothed diamond center Its an […]
