Letter To a Friend in Jail
The whispy little granola girl with glasses named Michelle is now named Mike, has a beard and she mentioned, she has a renewed interest in …
The Yellow Thong
…I stammered, it’s just that..” I turned pale feeling nauseous. Should have kept my mouth shut…
My First Portrait
What was it she had said? / You really got my dimples? / My mother wants to frame it?
With careless daubs his heavy brush had faded her with sad tones and merciless shadow. It took him decades to clean off the soot and dust o…
Rhino Sleeps With Lear
Yesterday outside naked / Clothes and reason neglected / But an old painter can have spectacles
a heap where lay / Miss Hope / Miss Take / Miss Congeniality
Untie Me (Come Home)
I sewed a yellow ribbon; attached near my heart with a thread of golden hope. / You did not return after your promised year.
The Rape of Freedom
Masters in the home of the brave / These clever Hyenas
The Day’s Eye
I grabbed the closest woman and clapped shackles on her. “Come along Sunshine.”
The Sleeping Enemy/Lover
…A mirror glares in disgust / Blue and black and gray…
Going to Afghanistan, gone to fight the Taliban
Finally Waking Up
Ruminations about cost, delays and true love / Masterpieces incomplete
The Gig In The Sky
I winked at the back-up vocalist girls; knowing they wanted me, but it could never be.
The Bucket Heads
… all inhabitants on the dark side of Nu Turain to be fitted with 2 gallon titanium buckets to be worn on the head. …
I barely remembered this kind, albeit, really masculine woman in front of me.
Let Me In/Out
…I pried with fierce hands / a door that wouldn’t move…
Rhino on the Trail
An addled mind / He remembers though / Smiles
The “newbie” joined us by the pool, holding his head a little too high for my liking.
Secret Asian Man
I was the bird in the cage being brought to the cat.
Painting Deep Blue
Grinning kids kicked circles in the sand with tender toes
Justine and Kate
Their hands collided as Justine was intending to take the badges out for further inspection. He liked the feel of her hand on his …
I sit as a spec on my mountain; surrounding thunderheads roil on a deep blue sky as the earth slides slowly round again.
So what of those souls who aimlessly amble through life as if there were no more adventures waiting, and nothing exciting to be found aroun…
A Bum’s Story
The real truth of my life, lies somewhere between Missoula Montana and where I am now. This is just another cold and damp place I call home.
I admired her sense of hope-beyond-hope and loyalty to that little yip-yip dog.
A Coffee Dream
When I slept I dreamed of justice / In the mission charity line I spoke with others like me / we had our dreams stolen by ruthless , cleve…