The Dozen

So much air does the vac take to be around in life with the being of essence in hand Alice is no idea of demands reminding of thus bars its time to farm… Continue reading

Field Notes: Slanted Poetry, Tales of Drunken Sound

{‘Tis to be a flower, and so exact. Allowed to be alive and filled with fact, and once upon a theme, I found — the craft, To be, To be, To be, Softly… Continue reading

Mountainous Man

In the beginning, there was a man, moving swiftly; left to right, foot by foot, edging up to the summit of inner in her heart.  

Inspiration is The Theme of A Place

Inspiration is the theme of a place Like regional whiteness Taking in stride its exceeding value of monetary incentive. Maximum to the touch and quite out of sort, Comes about the idea to… Continue reading

She Came in Through The Broken Arrow

  The energy is my breath  that skates along wonders of the earth, It speaks the houses in character, And brings graciousness as it returns, To my lungs, to fill me up, and… Continue reading


I think I’m crazy, but how would I know, how I break down the symbols, and return real slow; My mind is a field, and the words are the blooms,  I scatter in… Continue reading

Who is He? 

He is everyday with the wind and the space of my thoughts,  dancing round barriers of enchanted storytelling,  watching our names burn through the page as fire,  He is the whisper of silence… Continue reading

Ears Up

A guest is a person you meet on the way, To the epicenter of gifts on display, A person is a blessing,  A creed of its word, A being is a person, Born… Continue reading


We call it poetry, We call it farace, We call it Love floating around distant givers in bars. We pick up the call, We pick up the Tab, We call it connection, because,… Continue reading

Around The Bodhi Tree, Verses of A Mirror

Part one of me, myself, remembers past intention. I receive what I am, and I sow of what is given. Organically speaking, I shall ramble on through; pardon my bluntness, but the truth… Continue reading