On this March night, there'sa beautiful Van Gogh skyhovering outside mybedroom window.Above my maple deskwhere I write this isa Van Gogh self-portrait.The jagged edges andswirls in sea-greenpain moves me.I wait for the coffee to brew.Earthy, dark notes fill the...

The dust and clutter havegathered in my home, andin my life.Next month it's April.Time to spring clean.Let's see...Throw out all thedangerous philosophiesthat whispers to mewhile I sleep.Get rid of the people wholaugh while they lie.All the soulkillers andsuckerfish; the...

I slept beneatha mad hatter moon anddreamed of a big bluetarantula swimming ina yellow mosscovered pond. A ratterrier passed me a note:Mercy and lovearefleeting, they fade awaylike thetangerine sun; theyare lies likethe dead bulls undera bloody redSpanish sky.I asked...