POEMS

POEMS

“One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and, if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.”― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Sometimes

 sometimes - time stands still and I find myself in a void of endless nothingness  trying to make sense of the emptiness that envelops my being: searching, ruminating, barely stirring.  nothing makes sense in this endless struggle.  sometimes – when the gremlins rouse...

Ain’t No Skanky Ho!

 to unhinge your embrace of of a sepia-toned rainbow i rewrote the rules of flinty conventions so you could undream all your pilfered dreams.  when you cried the lament of being someone’s daughter, someone’s sister, someone’s mother i remembered what my mamma told...

Moments of Clarity

 i want neither to know nor remember the syncopated memories of impish demons waking me at 3.00 am, only to demand a dowry for me to live or to go on living without living.  it is when the invisible converse without words, when the unknowable become known, when all is...