Dear

A letter not sent.

Rain soaks our bedsheets for the last time 
before a white blanket is finally laid upon them…

Youth, gone.

memories of a mostly forgotten summer

Starlike Rain

Spirit

Breathe

expand, extend

grow yourself

outwards and upwards.

Reach

beyond the visible lines

blocks

a worn-flat rug was spread out beneath

orange walls that smelled of the wool ponchos in the closet

and the friendly desert cabinet

over which

Tones of Silence

The whiteness of the frozen cold

over the lake,

expands the gaze.

And silence can be heard

in the vastness of space.

Lonesome Worker 

1/7/2014, Frozen Chicago. It is an empty workplace but for me…

Keep diligent here oh young soul,

for you are you when all alone.

True to yourself and honest as can be;

work hard, work well, even when no one can see.

Xanax and Crocs

Poem

Some shoes,
bendable aphids,
HIV green,
I wish I knew why
she’d rather have a concussion
than bubble in
letters in sociology.

Love to me

To Love or not to Love

Strings of Winter Cold

Spirit

Night overtakes day

and the colds ride in on the wind…

The movement slows.

And there is a longing to go within

Friendship/Family/Brothers and Love

Parallel lines for our words and our lives