Photo on the Wall

a dusty photo on the wall hangs upon a nail a past image of our beloved friend sitting upon our lap for a blessed many years there until his end this furry old trusted dear who we revealed our deepest secrets to yet somehow seemed to always sense how we felt while we grew up into wearing these… Continue reading Photo on the Wall

Spiritual and beyond

That Slow Suicide

That slow suicide reached out to my throat grasping for paper straws that exquisite taste clanking lipstick stained tall stemmed glasses filled with cheap booze killing liver wine tossed into the burning wood fireplace steel grate upended crashing inside those poisonous relationships addicted to empty penniless hearts rock star aspirations never making those zillions we promised ourselves… Continue reading That Slow Suicide


The Clothes Make the Man

The clothes make the man as well as anything can he can change your mind because he's looking so fine but what of character do we not understand? it's while that unwitting pretty boy of style walks in his shadow in pain owning up to nothing but a poser in vain talking standing in a plate of sand telling you a… Continue reading The Clothes Make the Man


Walking the Dog

The other day I took a brisk stroll down the neighborhood sidewalk in my grey old man's jogging suit and my favorite red sweat faded baseball hat looking down at all the cracks on the sidewalk rows and holes needing filling beneath my toes looking up at trees and crows and squirrels looking down to me cackling… Continue reading Walking the Dog


In the Ether

In the Ether surrounded by those we used to know many lifetimes before those brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers wives and husbands sons and daughters they live amongst us unbeknownst wandering but not lost this is why you must try the 'invisible counselors' technique by napoleon hill I have since met my two full grown dark… Continue reading In the Ether


I the Simulated

I the simulated am a computer simulation who asks why things seem real yet not quite enough (the old philosophers knew before computers something was awry with reality) and my being still asks me for change while my mind absorbs all that's going on around me and I agree that I want to change my… Continue reading I the Simulated

wide open land, poetry

Wide Open Land

Wide open land light brown weeds drifting sand rolling hills barb wired posts along side single road high voltage polls crows flying landing on the crackling wires sturdy oaks swaying no men walking no man praying blue is the sky no clouds in sight yellow is the raging sun breeze blowing cooling the sweat on your face… Continue reading Wide Open Land