When  recognition turns to roiling rage, and its flaming eyes pin you to the wall; there’s no escape. The truth has not set you ...

The pendulum swings- delicate life. When goodness usurps, both blades of the knife. Nostalgia-when happiness, seeming so clear yet, soon the non wounded slashes ...

In my life are dogs who give coffee-time cuddles and furry follows. Their bright eyes and wagging tails bring complete joy to my soul.

Fingertips of day are losing their grip. Pink horizons darken the sound of a saxophone fades. Stars poke through the black curtain like pinholes ...

I am sitting still and you walked by, eyes glazed over head held high   My eyes caught yours but yours, never mine as ...

Whispering wombs of our mothers where we once swam in amniotic fluid life force like no others   Guided by the lined hands of ...

Comfortless, in pain The warmth of the sun on my face upturned in the storm.

The starlight dances, In the whispering woods, They slow dance through the night.

Heaven makes us wait, Our deeds recorded in life, Guardian Angels Mark us with love, but humans Are often consumed with hate.

The cracks are showing, but I don’t fear the fall or the mend to making it crack-less Tie tight, dig in, hold on.  The ...