I live in a deep well. Slick walls squeeze Like the tight arms of An overprotective mother I hide, entombed In a frigid cocoon. Sometimes a speck of luminosity flitters in Bouncing off the walls, giggling Upsetting my black-wombed nirvana. I try to touch the fickle light I spiral higher Stretching beyond my reach Knowing I can’t approach that radiance. Its brilliance burns my eyes Yet, I am compelled. Up there, luminescence transforms Colors pop and whirl, blend and sing An abundant pal...

I live in a deep well. Sometimes a spark of luminosity flitters in, Intruding Bouncing off the walls Upsetting my black nirvana. I give chase Climbing higher Knowing I can’t reach that radiance, Yet, I am compelled. The light Makes everything so Pretty. Until I fall again. Lucky It’s too dark to see The bruises.  

the birds stopped singing today. a king has died. the stars that led a path to the sun crackled and flickered and left a deathly glow before all went black.   the drum, normally filled with pulsing rhythm, now surrounded by a shell of cold flesh, has no feeling, no emotion. it is dry, parched from the expulsion of life’s waters.   the people of the king wander, weary, lost, together unprepared for the putrid, grey weather, unprepared for the rivers that cease to flow.   t...

Sun and smoke roughened edges Crease the roadmap on his boxer mug And belie the flower Underneath Where no one would think to look   A golden unruly mane blankets Muscled shoulders heavily tattooed To hide old love scars Souvenirs Of honeymoons and nightmares   The rare smile defies gravity And smoothes the wrinkle between his brows Turning night to day and back again Stripped bare I’m exposed in his blue-eyed stare   His mouth spews hard peppery words Laden with unexpe...

 FADE IN: EXT. GAS STATION - HAWAII KAI - DAY About twenty rugged looking biker dudes, members of a motorcycle club, gather at the Koko Marina Chevron. From a distance they are a jumble of chrome and leather, long hair and blue jeans. Closer up, their biker fashion includes chains, dark sunglasses, chiseled muscles and tattoos. Tough guys. They REV their motors in preparation for departure. BETTY (28), somewhat persnickety, Bohemian in dress style, observes the club with great interest. ...

You must fly from me, love. I have been warmed by your touch Far longer than we burned, And a sweeter cherry awaits your pluck. Autumn's reach has wilted my flesh, While youth springs from your loins. Ah, younger men… life has nipped my tail And the lining has begun to show. Frivolous girl, I was, dancing playfully to Lusty whispered promises in squeaky beds Where moans of determined pleasure Replaced coos of innocence. Now, I lie alone, and bellowing silence Surrounds the aching crescendo Of...

Even now, I try to picture your face in my mind, Yet I cannot. Bending closer to serve your coffee, I wonder why have I not noticed before today that your eyes shine the richest, deepest, chocolate brown? I have been distracted, misdirected, and would apologize, though it's more than likely you have not noticed me in the way I have most recently and absolutely without question, noticed you. Encourage me, Perhaps with only the smallest of smiles Directed my way. Speaking of which, I also ask w...

You must fly from me, love. A fresher cherry awaits your pluck. I have been warmed by your touch Far longer than we burned. Autumn's gaze has tired me, While youth springs from your loins. Ah, younger men… life has finally caught my tail And the lining has begun to show. My fountain sings of yesterday's memories Of dancing feet and winking eyelashes, Promises that ended soon enough In squeaky beds, Erasing coos of innocence With moans of determined pleasure. Now I lie alone with no sound To c...

For the longest time, I wanted to be free But I kept it so well hidden, I almost forgot, Until I looked at you, free, easy, beautiful... … and remembered. Then I felt it again, That part of me that wanted to fly, to soar, So I took a chance. I squeezed myself between the cold, black, iron bars, And opened my wings. I listened... for the wind, And waited. And it came.

For the longest time, I wanted to be free. But I kept it so well-hidden I almost forgot. And when I looked at you so free, and easy, and beautiful... I remembered. And I felt it again, That part of me that wanted to fly, to soar. So I took a chance. I squeezed myself between the cold, black, iron bars, And I opened my wings. I listened... for the wind, And I waited. And it came.