I am From (a framed poem)

I am From (a framed poem)

I’m from colored fountain pens from stationary and backlit keyboards I am from the cactus-lined walkway I am from Gardenia-scented candles I am from praying around the table and the thick hair from Geraldine and James Jerome I am from the 3 a.m. wake-up to...
The Open Window

The Open Window

Golden times come to mind in the prime of Summer Silly rhymes like rolling dimes are seeds in a field of sunflowers Rain and heat, soft and sweet Looking out the window Bread and beer, there and here, burn in the heat of Summer Family, friends, tight bonds and loose...
Some Kinda Way

Some Kinda Way

Laziness is a hurdle a neverending circle of time and test and births now, new, and never together and apart setting apart the differences the needed from the needless taking heed to redeem this time a needle in a haystack of death fragile like a baby’s first...
Thank you to the Groove

Thank you to the Groove

Wonderland Dystopia brought bad to the nuance of freedom In a dance Dare. I? Dare I do the things I dream? Make way for the unseen to become seen? More fool you to try to stop me I say to the mirror Your destiny opens my eyes as dreams reappear Dreaming with my eyes...