Saturday, July 5, 2014


Laying in the grass,
my head on your belly,
I gaze at the sky.

We talk about what
it means to be
fully alive.

I don't want to merely glide
through conventional motions,
I say as I watch a heart-shaped
cloud pass by.

I want to stumble on a
path that is my own,
then rise, slightly bruised,

but better.  

Saturday, March 15, 2014

This Is It

I cull from my memory
the experiences of my youth.
The happiness, the playfulness, the joy-
all that belongs to the fortunate child.

A stark contrast to my adolescence-
the sheer black of bleak depression,
the restless bouts of anxiety,
physical pain radiating through muscles,
lethargy only the damned can know.

We may not know what the future holds,
but sometimes there is an inkling
that things may never change,
never develop into goodness,
never evolve into grace.


My life is a ripe grape gone sour.
Pain, malaise, bitterness, envy.
Conditions of the damned.
Sent to Hell before my time,
I am bitter, hardened, seasoned.
Nearly alone in the struggle,
the fight to be understood, loved,
cured of my damnation.
“Help me” I say,
sometimes loud, raging with desperation,
sometimes soft as a powdery whisper.
Can anyone help? Or is it too late?
Condemned to go on ad infinitum,
I heartily despair.

Monday, November 1, 2010


If the world needed me to,
I would plant my tired heart in
the moist, delicate earth
and watch grow from that sacred spot
apples, honeysuckle, and hope.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010


I am not of this minuscule beacon of life and destruction.
No, I am not of
this Earth.

I come from the place where angels and demons conspire,
where both joys and sorrows engulf the being,
and purple and green nebulae swirl in patterns
too complex for even the greatest of earthly minds.

No, I am not of
this Earth,
I come from
a galaxy unknown.

I long for the tropics...

the light scent of the salty sea
the gentle sound of the waves lapping against the pristine shore
the occasional squawk of a parrot
the soothing breeze
the comforting warmth of the bright yellow sun
placating, hypnotizing the mind


I sit here,
in brilliant solitude,
amongst the strong evergreens.

Snow has fallen.
The air is crisp.
The sky heavy and gray.

There is silence abound,
save for the charming sounds of nature-
a bird calling, a deer sprinting, a squirrel leaping.

The winter forest is
beauty, peace, joy.