I put my two weeks-notice in on Monday. Sacrificing some salary for a chance at happiness and/or at least some fulfillment. Been in a rut of late. Heading back to the jungle, baby. Giving up some great perks and awesome bennies. To say I’m apprehensive, excited and nervous all at once would be an understatement. I’m going to miss some of these ol’…Read More

Hope everyone is surviving the heatwave! I’m contemplating some serious changes and incredibly busy with the brutalities of our shared sorrows!! I may have to quit my current career for better psychological health!!! I’ve been watching the Stars Rites when & where I can….great material all…Read More

This is a heavy song, folks. But since it was Fathers Day, it kinda fits the narrative. Talk to one another while there is time. This one talks for itself. Get ready to possibly cry.

“I wasn’t there that morning
When my father passed away
I didn’t get to tell…Read More

Not quite a song, but the greatest poem ever written, read by the poet himself (in sadly, a rather monotone voice)

My fave band of all time. There is nostalgia and then there are The Smiths….

Sometimes, there is a song which causes heart collapse. Aint listened to this for some time.

The Silence of Words

April 30th, last day of
Poetry Month, arrives
with showers, grey skies,
and sadness. Fitting I
suppose referring to
the old saying, ‘April showers,
May flowers’, those Springtime
colors designed to bring joy,
happiness, and the feeling of
self-worth, of being whole
and seen, alive in wonder.
Instead, this day…Read More

Love Sonnet LXXXVI

For some reason April 29th
hung in the air like a full
moon, its beams finding you
through the open window, and

tickled your skin as you
slept. I watched you
breathing, breasts rising and
falling as the moon beams

frolicked their enthusiasm,
causing you to awaken slightly,
roll on your side,

And settle…Read More

Endings and Beginnings

It was April 28th, a Tuesday, situated
two days closer to May. Something
unclear, vague, shifted just beyond
my sight.

Perhaps it was my over worked
imagination, a mind focused
entirely on the abstraction of
reality, or the discord of a
symphony that was playing
in my head.

Perhaps it was due to…Read More

A KISS #4

“Let’s not speak falsely now
the hour is getting late.”
(Song/poem ‘Along The Watch Tower’, written and sung
by Bob Dylan. But in this case think/imagine this song
sung/played by Jimi Hendrix, the Live Version)

“Excuse me while I kiss the sky”
-Jimi Hendrix, ‘Purple Haze’

Th…Read More

Rainbow Dreams

Today, April 26th, has arrived
with a promise of color,
of something that plays in
our mind like a whisper,
like a dream.

Some dreams
are like candy apples,
sweetly coated
and soft inside;
or, like rainbows,
that rise
and fade into the sky.
And then,
there are the dreams
made of you.

Those dreams,
where your…Read More