Life and death — Life rolls on you’re a roaring steam train just chugging along your rickety metal tracks needed maintenance for years but clocks never stop time never bends Get to work fast pick up your feet you have a schedule to keep lunch at noon under the shade of a tree thirty minutes of wondering what it…

You are never alone. — Sensitive Wonders Has anyone ever called you oversensitive? When I was a kid, I recall being told almost daily that I was “too sensitive.” My parents thought I cried way too easily. Toughen up, they said. Why are you so sensitive was the constant burning question posed to me every day of my…

A fall onto the floor changed it all. — Lukewarm coffee. A half-eaten banana, ripening along with the waning hours of the morning. A sunny, hot 10th of August sort of day. I was sitting at my desk at work, blinded by the fluorescent lights beaming down into my soul. Challenging me to answer burning questions about myself, like…

Life — A sunset symphony sings to the sea melodious golden hues sweep away another day until the symphony fades away into the shadowy chorus of night whose voices sing in silvers and blues

Life — Such a tragedy they say when things don’t quite go the way we think they should or would if only this could have happened But it didn’t happen and if it did happen wouldn’t another tragedy possibly unfold what would that future hold hard to know even more difficult to…

Consider this my notice — Do you ever stop to think how every day is like a clock tick tock 7 am coffee lunch at noon quitting time can’t arrive too soon but the clock hands always move as they do Can’t hurry up time can’t slow it down either a time paradox of sorts but also not…

Dreams — Last night I had a dream strange as it may seem I became aware of myself standing near a river a familiar place but simultaneously not familiar a peculiar feeling to feel Then there it was three hooded figures in a boat lined up with unthinkable precision rowing each stroke like a surgeon’s incision…

Life — If you need to reach me once I’m grown I won’t be available by phone texts and emails are too old and alas, the transistor radio has blown All you’ll get is a dial tone so you might as well glance to the sky to find my frequency somewhere between the Sun and the…

Life — I see you pretending trying to disappear as if you weren’t visible all the while without your shiny smile I see me looking away pretending I didn’t see what was in front of me But there are no secrets nothing can be kept hidden fading away isn’t forbidden but who are you kidding when…