Today is such a day

sometimes it seems

the dawn has something behind it’s smile

brilliant joy that can only be expressed

through torn cotton candy strewn across the pale blue tile of morning

honey dripping

everything sticky with new beginnings


Feed Your Children

in the moments that stretch

small kindness

huge laughter

tiny things

love features prominently

no person can remove it

legislate it away

compassion is correct

keep it close

spread it through outstretched fingers

look at the beauty

remember, good or ill

all things are temporary

appreciate love, even for the most miniscule of seconds

let go of frustration


change comes from the ground up, not the top down

do not forget the wrongs

but do not let them fester

remember that you are the right thing

you can change the wrongs

back into love

Burnt Fingers

this is the hardest angle

to see

holding it without becoming it

appreciating anger

understanding where it resides

muting its reflection

cooling heat

to just singe fingertips

instead of

conflagrating carefully built connections

precision use can break walls

which is of no use

if the city burns

hold it gently

let it go lightly

watch its edges sharpen yours

Ou est la reine noire?

i awoke in the realm of the black queen

her king nearby

at odds but not argument

threes to nines and back

The white queen awoke

sifting through jacks

debating what had happened

did the red one exist?

Did she not?

i slid back up

slipping into the red queen’s rooms

she laughed that they had forgotten her

she laughed that they knew it

shuffling her hearts

until the rooks fell and the knights flew

and breaking glass sounded like

the tinkling joy of all three

to nines

then back again