Insomnia

Suffocating in sticky sheets Twisted, encasing, preventing Sweet dreams, darkness deafens, Stars hidden, fox is screaming, Dust settled, land of bed Torments, expanse is barren,

Tidbit and Tattle

Born, father told wife Child highly resembled Some Vietnamese refuge, Dark skin, stormy eyes, hair black, As black as hot cherry pie, Mother’s first, fathers third,

A Little Dying

You think to reach deep inside, Fumble, pull, dig, drag reaction, Dominant, scratch, grab and yank, Knead, nuzzle, palpate, secure. Kiss me, share air inside our lungs,

Undone

Untie inside the sweetest gift, unfold, bare, strip. Lay open all Concealed on offer, to caress in your palm, tread carefully for this is My heart.

The Return Of Me

Seven. Remember I F E L L Into murky, dark waters, Goldfish grinning Came to say “hello”, Bits, pieces of debris Insects, bugs and all, Swallowed, In very sorry tummy

Lost

Recapture clearly Inside my mind, That crisp spring morning, So much alive, Soft blossoms bursting With energy of life, Sparrows snatching worms From cold, damp earth

Losing Marbles

When your addled brain slumbers Safely succumbed in dreams, Dwells on youthful games Played in old days gone, Skipping free into world Where riches unfold In the flicker of your eye

The Dying Rooms

In their film The Dying Rooms, the filmmakers showed the unbelievable living conditions in the orphanages they came across.

Under God's Umbrella

INSERT. Push button, REWIND FAST FORWARD REWIND FAST FORWARD Backwards, forwards, backwards, forwards, Rummaging, Sinking to knees, Tears leave me blind, Trying to find, SELECT.

Sleeping With Ghosts

Did she tell you it hurt? Searching a space Not touched by flesh You left in the bed, Or that your scent lingers Upon soft pillows, Where you once Settled your head,

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