let’s bake a cake

let's bake a cake for friends we make for goodness sakes! let's eat our cake with those we love despite our sorrows through all tomorrows.    

old man in the mirror

old man in the mirror both hands on the wheel... someone I know exactly how he feels, thought it couldn't be any clearer... but, a partition cannot be removed within himself denying access to his own mystery.

the last honest thief

the baby cries in a handbasket for its mother's love. imprisoned leaves like chocolate drops are those bitter pills we swallow a most honorable thievery hollow which broken hearts grieve in standing reprieve while a cat sits on his window sill stroked by the last honest thief who looks out to the warming sun planning …

we shall go to the forest

we shall go to the forest and spend a day clothed in its broken darkness enjoying its woody fragrance. the light will filter down spotlighting falling leaves as we lie on our blanket petting cuddly white, brown and black rabbits, feeding them celery and carrots while we eat our sandwiches and look up through the …

love is all there is

the day you accept yourself 'just the way you are', forgiving your faults and transgressions you understand why 'love is all there is'.

I don’t know about you

I don't know about you but, I don't think life was meant to be a party. where did we get the idea that the right relationship was supposed to uncomplicate your life and make you happy? au contraire! all my relationships made me grow. I've learned one thing... what love is and what it is …

in search of nothing

I cherish this moment... like a stopwatch clicked, time ceased to exist... wading here bare feet pants rolled up in search of nothing underneath the pier... salted water keeps coming, relentlessly as waves splash against barnacled posts... the moon and stars so still, so cold, so lonely as I gaze. I smell popcorn and cotton …

shadows cast in night

shadows cast in night frightening walls in light of day tell all tales slide like snails a foreshadowing of crawly things making sliding noises.      

delusion

was it in your head the endless loop hovering above the bed? were you so right neon lights flashing through the night? 50 years ago the old friends went their separate ways. we remember that song riding the horse we rode upon up and down until dawn... the merry go-round music played, played, played as we …

our hearts

captured by the takers our hearts turned to stone... memories of love singing songs of joy living young and wild we the innocent child fathoming our future in small framed pictures. .