I never cried my blonde sister, over any of your stories. Not when the village Witch stole your pig and visited, later, with it as a hat. Not when the locals warned of the curse, Because you so resembled the Boers, who robbed their culture, who dried up the land. Not the malaria, which plagues…

Dear CPAP machine I wrestled with you last night, Your vellcro in my hair Others say you’re great in bed Just that you take some careful getting used to, Well my eye mask got tangled in your straps, Your tubing wrapped around my back Caught up In the cable charger for the iPhone which plays…

a little something about stash and me 

roll away the dew 
plays in background 
jerry’s incredible guitar licks 
penetrate my body 
and the candle light fills my room 
i am alone with my feelings 
and my thoughts and my self 

my paula, my stash, 
my friend, lover, 
co-tv-host, co-parent 
we were artists in love 
living…

Meeting you whoever you might be Your inner space with all your energies, feelings and the walls you so carefully built. It all crashed down on me. Sometimes I really do try not to invade your privacy just by uninvitedly knowing. Loosing my energy Where it dont belong. Me, incapable of sorting. Im an empath…

I’m crazy; cause I wonder what your fingers feel like Your fingertips The soft parts of your palm Your lifelines and your creases that are verses and curves And somehow strangely I am included in a bit of The story And I wonder if I was meant to touch them to hold your hand to…

Infinity These molecules Electricity Receiving daily Educating the soul Assurance Stars of today Labor of love Good works Shine the clearest Light Humility can be found A mighty strength Guaranteed Prepared Anytime we need Feed the soul Supply the world Day by day The love that flows Grows Let all know Serenity A sincerity Exists…

With all my faults, Heaven grant me still the virtue of sincerity; and though I walk through many a darksome shade of folly and remorse, still let there be one light, the light of truth to guide me right at last.”

No wonder I ended up in a convent Where sensual pleasure Was banned I adopted the rules of others And followed what they had planned If you don’t have a plan for yourself, someone else does was written on my wall Where I worked Before I gave up that perfectly good job And headed for…

Freud or somebody said “Writers write for three reasons: fame, fortune and the love of beautiful women.” I remember you telling me that, gliding like some film star to your side of the bed, Lighting a cigarette in that smug dark and asking me: “Which one?” I didn’t laugh, just pulled the comforter over you,…

Take me out beyond the bobbing, floating markers that say “stop! Don’t go any further” Take me out beyond the breakers Putting the breaks on Telling my heart to stop it’s softness Telling my knowing to shut the doors Turn out the light Say goodnight I’m tired of the fight It should flow. Let’s go…