She’s got cardboard tears They fall from her face She’s got plastic emotions She turns them on and off She is energy efficient She has glass eyes She sees blindly, selectively She has smartphone instinct I love to hear the sound she makes When she short circuits herself For...

Anchors slip away in a sea, calmed by nightly solitude.   A puff of wind, eases a bedroom shade open.   A flake of dust, drifts alone, gently on. 

What remains of my sun? Clouds, facades of the high skies, obscuring mirrored daystars of my eyes!   There toy are in my sky, whirling in tears in the wind. I want to reach up and grab hold of you.   I see the two searing-white pearls of...

The season of a broken heart is upon me.Heartsick, this burning pain roarswithin my stricken heart chambers.The budding of my youthful heart,my tempestuous squalls - the wildfire of my youth. A blooming summer heartglowing with affection in the light which I bask.An...