Endings today- A small thing, as if hit, flails its last on the hot roadway, its doubtful heart and kicking legs wanting only to run, to run. And I have done murder, my mower surprising some bees and fledgling frogs who wanted only sweetness and shade. This grass will grow now. *** image credit:


Garbed in pastels and duns I went, though there were whims of crimson, and blue ebullience. And I was always just around the corner, safe in softness, empty of the passings by. On a day, I thought to write lines with hooks and sinkers. A thing to underlie, a thing to fill this tired camouflage.

Growing into it

So, I saw you many days when I was but a child. You were in fine leaf then. We lassoed you twice and made a swing. When days were happy, we swung among your slanted sunbeams and jumped off, sailing, into your baby's breath cushions, just in time for the dinner bell. When days were... Continue Reading →


Under the skin, something poisonous. Like an acid flowing, as if from the Alien monster. Watch out for the dribbling! Often now, there are thoughts that reflect that menacing countenance. A wrestling match (With an Angel, or Devil?) Tenderness, not likened with love, Pain's manifest in the body glove. Sore to the touch, no matter... Continue Reading →

Pieces of you* (graphic)

Do you ever look back on your reasons and motives for regrettable things that you've done? For thinking that you're such a generous soul When you toss a few coins to a bum? Have you flinched when you passed by that face you thought ugly Or that person you judged as "retarded"? And moved away... Continue Reading →

From Thralldom to Salvation

"Are you an anxious person?", the therapist said. Our man then recalled the thoughts and emotions that preceded his blackout at the wheel on that wintry night not so long ago.  He had awakened, after what seemed only a few seconds, with his car in the ditch, a fat lip, and a bloody nose.  Otherwise,... Continue Reading →

The Captive, in thrall

Almost a year from the day he saw his "tiny dancer", he still struggles to bury the image, and sees this as a strange and fascinating illness of the soul. Am I weak? Evil? Insane, to let this affect me thus? Has my life been so devoid of joy that I see, every day, the... Continue Reading →


In a small, crowded, noisy bar, on a winter's night, he's surrounded by family and friends.  There's a dislike for the setting:  Having to shout to be heard at your own table, the inevitable loud or belligerent drunks, the tiny bathroom always occupied.  He stays anyway, because the band is partly family too. Gradually, unknowingly,... Continue Reading →


In the bad place, he Turns to the mirror. Sees his own falseness, A stab to the heart. Under the microscope Of the mind's eye His trembling finger is guided, and points To spiritual wrongs committed, As of yet unrepented. Thievery, betrayal, cowardice, hypocrisy, false witness. All bared to the unforgiving light. A drowning feeling... Continue Reading →

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