Monday, March 13, 2023


 David Carradine met George Carlin in prison,

 I would’ve said heaven but I don’t think they made it. 
I would’ve said in hell but I hope they are not there 
so maybe they’re in prison — purgatory shall we say 
somewhere between for a day or two or three? 
like the cat with nine lives spinning out of control 
praying for forgiveness for sins we do not know 
Is value more than what they made in fame and fortune here, 
my idealism of both, I still hold so dear. The 1970s youth I was 
seeking peace as a boomer I found not only in these two,
 but in Paul Harvey’s humor. 

Saturday, August 6, 2022


 Life is a roller coaster you ride blindfolded          you don’t know where the twists and turns are so you can’t lean into them.

Wednesday, June 29, 2022


a common secondary charge 

levied against the rapist

imprisonment for unlawful reason 

these conditions define it:

  1. the victim did not consent to the detainment
  2. the accused intentionally detained 
  3. the victim was under duress caused by the accused 
  4. it harmed them in some way
I charge SCOTUS with false imprisonment of an woman whom is impregnated during an unwanted sex act 

I charge SCOTUS for any woman harmed and in duress unable to move toward clearing their body 

I charge SCOTUS of intentionally detaining women throughout these United States by the act of rescinding Roe Vs. Wade.

Sunday, May 29, 2022

On a Solemn Sunday

heavy air weighs down 
21 spindly Texas tomato vines
in my absence they grew too fast  
too wild and uncaged 

in a sunny meadow 
I felt secure with a nylon roof
on a bed of wild flowers 
I nibbled smoked salmon 
and sipped peppermint tea 
instead of going
for more groceries
I read Never poems
and avoided politics 

Saturday, April 30, 2022

NaPoWriMo 2022 Cento

 Does it hurt? 

In afterwinter, I await not the rains of spring but its splendor.
Atrophy has taken the bloom 
Hold her close until it hurts
Realize the body is not yours.
I am found dead as dead can be.

Upon a recent visit to the house where once I resided
I was startled!
I saw sadness
I did not bring comfort

I was afraid of causing pain
exhausted final breaths change tones
Pain pierces my heart with love
I leave hurt by love

I have no interest in apathy
The pangs came in waves
Coaxes me into the realm of Idiocracy
The reason the blood loss
Slightly redder than sweet tea
A reason of resolution

The pink sky now dark denim, I click on my headlight
Life is too short
Focus on Clock
It’s been a minute
The masks have been lowered

Hard work and lots of luck
Each summer the echoes of the previous are brought to life.

Friday, April 29, 2022

The Bandstand


This poem was one of the featured concrete poems for April 29, 2022 NPoWriMo

Thursday, April 7, 2022

Poetic proverbs

 No marriage contract is made without a quarrel. ~ Hebrew Proverb


“Then, I just need to leave. If we can’t live together and say what needs to be said!”
The doorknob in my hand. 

She pulls at me, “don’t leave stand up for yourself, be yourself!” She pleads.

“Fine, Marry Me!” I shout back, “Then, I won’t be able to leave. We will be able to be ourselves without fear.” I take her hands in mine, lower my eyes, let the tears fall, capture my breath and voice. 

Softly I whisper, as I raise my chin and look into her eyes, “Marry me, will you?”

The contract made has been broken. I couldn’t say what needed to be said. I didn’t let her say what needed to be said. I was afraid of causing pain and didn’t want her to cause me any. 

But love is painful. 

So without shared pain there is no love.