Wearing a torn bloodstained turtleneck tuxedo, a silent piano player drunk from heartaches mouthed his song in broken tongues while a pencil thin prima-donna danced, frozen in time. As dawn sliced through the cover of night, his mind drifted on a warm summer breeze and as a young girl laughed hanging upside down scantily clad…

It was written in the past, All men are Created Equal, Yes, This means women too. Given the Rights of Life, Liberty and The Pursuit Of Happiness. Life? Home safe in a Mother’s Womb, Not at the bottom of a cold glass vacuum. Liberty? Walk safely down any street, No worries of bombs beneath Our…

Trouble… Trouble I am his kind of trouble… Tempting? Oh yeah… With a tilt of my head and slow sultry smile He was definitely gone and totally mine But the minute he touched me the tables were turned He became MY kind of trouble What I secretly yearned… With slow, sultry kisses and mesmerizing motions…

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’…

(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…

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…

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…

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…

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…