Am I worthy of a new version of me? Or am I the dead sea that has nowhere to go And sits under the glaring sun And takes whatever comes And evaporates I want to go down the rapids in a canoe Soaked in the spray Dodging the rocks Riding the waves Until i want…

This hungry girl Hearing new songs One like Enlightenment Compassion and Stubborn love Fits like a glove A new attitude to breathe Into This new intoxication I now understand Infinite love In the hands of a love Truly stubborn Will never let you Go Feel this awesome Love girl In your heart In others It…

I yi yi..that’s my brain fogged in. I just can’t. I just can’t, I just can’t find the topic or find the words. A flat affect vinyl brain. The needle of the hi-fi, not wi-fi…stuck on a scrath. Repeat, repeat, repeating. Glitches of expressionless staring. Thinking why does the feeling of anxiety center in my…

Except last year , At the start of this thing (this LIVE) I saw a retrofitted San Francisco trolley with Californian license plates in front of me on 131, (a thoroughfare) A car , a boat , a plane I am not sure what – But it was there, A beacon On a highway That…

The sea she has always Been a comfort to me. I’ve dreamed of her, sailed along side of her, on the Cali coast and in Greece it’s a very romantic thing, to learn her moves the ebbs and flows, Being on a boat, rocked to sleep by her, at times she can be unforgiving, yet…

A multi faceted crystal ball floats in the air. in the living room window. Exploding as sun’s rays penetrates clear transparent prisms. Rainbow color’s everywhere, resonating. With the gentle summer breeze hues swing and sing. Moving mind and awareness. Scales, values, saturation and intensity fade falls and dissolves. Nature’s duality and impermanence.

I didn’t mean to I didn’t mean to Be someone I wasn’t. I meant to be me. I plan to be me every day But sometimes you get this watered down version A massaged expression Of yuk! I’m going to say the word That overused trending wornout word, Authenticity Somehow, from very young, I was…

Kalamazoo Poetry festival April I like her inflections- Her voice Sounds like waves and beaches, & campfires, Her rasp clings to her surfer girl past– * too many cigarettes , my friend adds throwing yellow caution tape around my heart, Igniting a whirlwind of deal breakers …I interject ! Loud garish pronouncements I tell everyone,…

Growing up on Honey Creek That’s where I learned about freedom That’s where I learned about fun We made forts in the cane break Swing from grapevines off the creek bank We were just a bunch of kids Making the best of a country day Growing up on Honey Creek Is where we did it…

The aroma from a red apple crisp candle lit with a translucent, amber fire stick. Finds a smooth thumb surface to flick upon it’s jagged edges, catching the white waxed wick to transform and arise into a yellow orange red flame, that peaks then dances. Giving off heat naturally. Glowing above one round shallow marble…