how the poppies bloom where Indians once battled shades of soft scarlet

It was a Saturday morning when I asked some of my fellow-bound book buddies if they wanted to get out and go exploring so we leaped off...

the breath knows not to wander lips to stay pressed eyes to put their feet up and when there are no grains of shifting sands in the mind...

a poet should never cage a moment never grab and hold but free it flush out what’s there in hiding and it’s OK to scavenge and rummage...

unhitch the horses I’m sure your soul is thirsty but let them drink first

whenever you open your mouth one of my eyes turns to look at one of yours sometimes they aren’t very outgoing those shy shifting windows...

some put pen to paper and soon feel much better others pop a pill and everything turns marvelous and there are those that dabble in both...

every day Maasai tribesman walk more than you or I sleep eat less than we smile and praise gods for many things long flown from our...

every one of my multiple marriages to “self-acceptance” ended by an affair with some negative comment or harmful thought that ruined our...

every mind is a traveling salesman the body a horse pulling the carriage the mouth pitchman for a variety of goods and services after...

before the rain drums start I’ll take my wine in the sun dry and Sunday high

occasionally in a quiet mind whispers can be heard some like hearsay others sincere sometimes just a tidbit other times nonstop...

I’m whistling now yesterday’s wicked downpour evaporating

the moon lifts the night along those lines of thinking love exalts the soul

two hundred years ago I would have been a word troubadour wandering between villages full of laughs and alcohol writing by moon beam ...

MY DOG HAS ROOTED HERSELF IN UNTILLABLE AREAS WRAPPED AROUND SOME BIG ROCKS AND PENETRATED THE DENSEST CLAY AT THE CORE OF MY HEART ...

the townsfolk live in fear rub their feelers together nervously most skitter about with dire gossip in the darkness saying things are...

leaves curl like empty hammocks every still creature stirs only for breath that fireball in the sky a bonfire out of control fingers...

early one morning the resident roadrunner’s honking joined a visiting goldfinch working a well-practiced tune one was performing...

Every emotion hides a worm hole connected to its opposite take this example your ecstatic about winning the lottery then as family and...