"Need" is a word that rests heavy on her tongue  But if she must use it, it is to describe the things that run through her veins  The insanity she needs, like an addict needs their fix  The chaos she craves so she doesn't have to question where she fits And the motion of the … Continue reading Fireflies


Love Notes to Time

Clouds swirled noon into evening Old rain jumped from forever evergreens Into the open mouths of concrete covers, Against bricks and also against transparencies invading vulnerable bodies that lay in the comfort of the last lights of sun, dialing Time on her private number And writing love notes when the line rings busy. Satisfied notes float … Continue reading Love Notes to Time



I wish desperately to feel the coarse of sand, exfoliating my palms as I clench summer's heat in the early twilight of the ocean's reflected sun. I wish to write on the back of this scene to my distant friend, Somewhere deep in a frantic and self-assumed prosperous city. I don't mind the vacancy of … Continue reading Exfoliation



Last night I searched for Emerson and Thoreau in libraries tall of unbound books Ideas climbing up shelves into new collections of words for constructive debates. Words, free to lift off pages as they please, Make the air so densely rich I cannot resist inhaling too deeply So I may feel my alveoli tingle and … Continue reading Alexandria



Life on the road may not be easy, but then again, why should it be? It must be chewable; something flavorful to swallow and digest; something with nutrients to sustain us. Life on the path cannot be straight and clear, substance never is. Occlusion by morning fog and afternoon mirages and moonlit shadows garnishes the … Continue reading Confection


The Leaves They Seek

The chirps and the beeps the black machine speaks Echo a nervousness around me. Away from the birds, and the leaves they seek, Away from hammocks under clouds and moss on the north side of trees, The black machine tries to fill me with voices from countries from people, With foods impossible to taste and … Continue reading The Leaves They Seek


Cucumber Charades

Under a canopy of forest fresh from rain and mounds of chiseled earth beneath, We take out a soggy brown bag of cut cucumbers adorned with single lines of fountain black ink For a lazy game of cucumber charades Under the toes of the sun, luxuriously digging and indulging in our emerald moss umbrella. Birds … Continue reading Cucumber Charades


The Mad Masked Men

Three white faces draped in black hooded sweats loitered in the doorway of my once upon a time. I would have willingly let the bed bugs bite me in place of this haunted case of silently ambling, slowly arguing, black hole intruders. They blanketed me in a clear wrap of restriction, a heavy shawl of … Continue reading The Mad Masked Men