wayfaring stranger

when sky fails to paint a horizon and the waters remains muddy find shelter under these strings a haunting melody Continue reading →

in the key of Keys

uncomfortable skin pulled too tight against these imperfect bones rising sharply pushing against fabric this industrial society shaped this ideology Continue reading →

shedding A light

  reading “red code” a blurb in an overdone “New Yorker” i’m struck – it’s an epiphany that has encroached Continue reading →

Wench

Respect for that “Wench With A Wrench” damn judgmental mirror, too often reflective of our own hatred,  rooting deep as Continue reading →

you title it, please

(inner child ~ for Sadagat) one cannot Hope in the the throws of hate anxiety blinds us            Continue reading →

Free Solo

(National Geographic photo) I’ve been on a poetry hiatus for a long time. This post is no different for it Continue reading →

(epitaph)

_______________________________ Do you know Jack as poet or prose dharma bum or translator words would never unwind in a glass Continue reading →

(drinking) (red)

let this glass fill me up erase all undertones of beige   or white ridiculous, whitey you may say, easily – Continue reading →