Tiny Rocks

I feel like reaching far today.  Like this will be the farthest I have reached in all my years.  This is the day that I will tell my story and you will receive it with warmth and understanding.  I am with you now, even as you read this and soon you will know me as […]

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My Human-ness

The journey has been long and littered with obstacles, with heartache and wounds so deep the scars can be seen from across the sea if you look into my eyes. I learned to run hard and fast. I learned to put up my fists and RAGE against the injustice of existence. Peace remained a destination. […]

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One of Our Own

I’m pretty consistent with the messages I share. Such as; take care of the 10 feet of dirt around you and the earthlings within your reach to protect; and, let’s build a bridge of humanity over invisible borders and outmoded “isms.” My loves, there are 7 billion of us average people, struggling just to survive […]

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Poet Jam 4/22/18

In this day, social media is our (poets) Montmartre. We sit at our screens like tiny cafe tables smoking our smoke, drinkin our wine and sharing our love, our lives, our pain. You find the most remarkable collaborations if you look for them in random streams of comments below posts. This one was fucking awesome. […]

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The Pillow

The room is hollow My breath is breaking me My Master has gone away Only The Pillow The sun has found its way in My eyes are bleeding My Master has not returned The Pillow whispers The bed hasn’t moved me My mind wants to leave me My Master is thinking me The Pillow growls […]

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The Hand of God

I have seen the hand of God. I sit in humble awe and endeavor to paint its attributes for the renewal of humanity. God’s hand was small. The fingers were round and plump, bearing no scars of a life long-lived of earthy strife. The nail beds glittered with remnants of a shiny paint that appealed […]

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Gypsy Sings

Beneath the greatest works The Masterpieces lie The ones too profound Too deep for crying   This work is painted butterfly But the canvas does deceive A gypsy moth lives beneath Muted, dull and brown.   So what of moth there dying Decaying by the brilliance Of Butterfly wings painted peaceful And a life without […]

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