Alone Thoughts

Solitude is a double-edged sword.
Enough opens portals to imaginings.
Too much leads to loneliness and despair.
Writers balance on…

Senior Bucket List

This is the end, my friend…

Hiding in plain sight

When things got rough at home,
To Oz my thoughts would roam
Never Ozma or Dorothy,
But someone yet unknown

Ikea: beginnings

photos & verse from day Nº 1 as a new Ikea co-worker

Jesus And Santa The Day After Christmas

T’was the day after Christmas
and the fight was still brewing,
he, she, and they
continued…

The Ghost Of Christmas Past

for PFC Theodore Nell RIP

When Next We Meet

(Note: The first two lines of this poem were used by Diane Wakoski
as a prompt for students in her poetry workshops. I couldn’t…

Little Things

Angels

An Angel is a person
who arrives unbidden
in broken times
when love seems lost
and opens a channel
to…

Surrealistic Shit Storm

Who am I to refuse the Universe? LC

Another afternoon, another mug

Another question that can’t be answered