Once, walking through the forest where the Bayan Tree Plaza stands today,I stepped on a branch with a thorn so … More
Tag: #Aging
Pathetic Prophetic
At that insightful moment in this wall-building exercise,I flashed upon those muscles allowing me to pick upthe next stone, that … More
Walking That Way
Sadness sets in counting the steps, not looking up, not looking forward. Making your way there watching your feet move, … More
The End of Innocence
Here’s my rough draft for today, Sunday 01.16.22 The End of the Innocence Imagine the biggest chocolate bar you could … More
Playing Old
When it’s time for me to pretend I’ve grown old,I’ve decided the most important thingI’ll need to be able to … More
Never Fear
I’m at the age where nostalgia’s candleburns bright.The yearning for something from the pastcan beunbearable at times,the bursting chest and … More
Today
When your legs moved like wheels,the pounding exhilarating,arms pumping, well-oiled pistons,remember the more and more of a young blood rush. Such … More
Spin
I will enter the vault in search of the song I believe I have spun here on old vinyl.Memory could … More
A Ghosting Story
Her veined hand shakes as she grips the wooden bannister. The faint knocking at the door has awakened her again, … More
Singular
Anytime you have the chance to see a blue blossom, be thankful for it, maybe bless it. We know blue … More
Plumbing
I replaced a faucet set on one of my sinks, the old one having ceased to function. I don’t know … More
Our Entangling
into the forest into the heart heart of darkness heart where love sparks sparks light passion sparks grow fires fires … More
Happy Birthday
What it is important to forget all about is this wish, in what would be your classic bated moment, about … More
Would Ever Seen
I feel you off-hand in my pocket just now,jingle your magic among the loose change,finger the coin of your clever … More
To Be at Sea
I’d like to finish round and glossy with some good I’ve done.Is any excuse good enough in the end for … More
Well?
The well of regret runs deep, clear, cold, hot, then high. I’m a rock tossed into this endless pit, traveling … More
The Cleaner
Everything appeared tidy, organized,each item in its proper place,but when I took a closer look ata lamp, a painting, or … More
To paint the devil on the wall
Don’t ask, Will I always be me or will I change? Will I realize when I do not recognize myself … More
Rise
Every morning a variety of birds chirp and sing me awake. And I am pleased and thankful at this late … More
What’s Black and White
Every morning my father brings in the newspaper, pours himself a cup coffee, then sits at the dining room table … More