1. Lists help us break up time. Before the list is disorder, chaos. After the prioritizing is done comes purpose, a sense of fulfillment at least if life is a set of things to do. I have walked a long way to get to here pausing for libation in all its variety. 2. The farmers’…

We are rogues in the gallery of ever more darkening whys. All humdrum & piddle-paddle we rattle, prattle on ’til dusk. The orchard of time’s diminishing venue has dropped its fruit at our feet. We plaster the pictures on the wall. Judge not until you heed the call. Line up. You have a number. When…

(remember a haiku consists of three lines with five syllables, seven, then five) Earth Haiku Husbandry is due to bring our sacred earth through, fix mistakes renew Mothers haiku Mothers nurture us with a purpose plus they re- furbish forever Hermit haiku Oh, look at this world I’d rather knot my brow in sage rage…

When one is inspired beauty is born and because of you I am giving birth Such thoughts are forming in my mind Words flowing through my fingers like magic Beauty is within me Planted by your desire for me There is nothing I can not articulate can not formulate can not create I am empowered…

What do I say about you.. how you found my secret pool of desire and deeply dipped into it’s depths to fervently stir up what has laid calm in me way too long You have found me out and I am… breathless… Your eyes hold me captive… I find myself becoming yours willing… Take me……

I thought I never would have such sweetness again even just once more but I did Ever gentle soft but strong with the first touch I was lost I opened my eyes to see if he was real and he was and was warm and solid and he took me surrounded me brought me in…

In the nick of time the key to me was found and I found joy again I thought it was lost forever covered by sadness illness and pain covering me with premature endings but I guess I was wrong blissfully… blatantly…… blessedly… wrong… In the nick of time I found the key In the nick…

I didn’t know I was different till I was thirty three when I was hired to work in a well known store back in the early 90’s because my skin was lighter than everyones… I was the token Token… What is that word… A thing of affection? or a word of shame? well I felt…

You who look at me with such contempt You who does not know my soul How my heart beats! I am more than my size my weight my sex my orientation my colour my race my creed my religion… I am the force that creates life I am the wind that pushes the clouds and…