The rising and setting of the sunIs constant in its pathAs is the constant of day and nightand life and death Sometimes we have ...

A poem about my hometown of Monrovia, California.

Missing you, like a bee and her hiveLike the sun with no skyMissing you, like the moon of last nightLike a light with no ...

You walk throughWalls, you hauntMy every step. I cannot shake you. You whisper inDarkest nights, callingMe in my sleep. I cannot ignore you. Everywhere ...

With the cycle of the worldlife cycles from life to deathnew to old rusty to shine For too long they forget the tiny detailsfocus ...

Rising, clinging to the sea wall Mammoth Barnacle has been stepping up to see One’s light. Deep down below in the sea of seas, ...

I hide amidst the rolling cloudsBecause it’s where I find you mostYour jokes and voice now memoriesBut here you are my friend I miss ...

In a faraway land called Afghanistan, I hear her break his wine goblet, shattering the bowl to tiny bits. Bouncing, ricocheting off surfaces, broken ...

When a good girl finds out her love is unfaithful, things take a drastic turn when she transforms into a bad one.

Dear Danny, I know your new residence is not far from here. I’m afraid “Here” happens to be the courthouse lockup. Yep! I am ...