As we sit poolside, warm Sun on our toes Mama feeling her Fentanyl patch  I’m blessed for another day    Thank you I spoke Your dying has  Taught me everything

I walked into a shadow. I found my mother there. Age is no longer a factor. Though memory leaves a feeling of 98.5 years. But what do shadows, dreams, and what fairies in the dust have in common? She’s no longer suffering from macular degeneration. I can still see her

I conceal my craft beneath the shell of an armadillo, snug in its embrace, nestled near its warmth, as insects buzz under the midday sun, where stories collide with struggles, and words fester like unresolved thoughts, distant from the critics’ needle pen hearts. Their relentless demands, cold cash, and hollow

Does the night soar beneath your breath?  Do you yawn to the sun?   It has departed on its pilgrimage to bear witness To the Gods of whom we boast.    Do you bruise your knees swollen and mauve and  Clasp your exploited hands ‘till dawn?   Do you dream of Him

Picked up a DJOn her way to the partyFiguring he’d do wellFor dinner and dessert.Recited the necessary opinionsTo maintain each other’s favor,Stopping for protectionAt the closest corner store.No Wi-Fi requiredTo hook up to the servers,Using minimal dataAnd AI search results.Well, it was pretty damn good for 7-Eleven,Not a bad boost

last night you asked me,drowsy, and muffled by the pillow,if I believed in God.I said yes but I didn’ttell you that my god lookssuspiciously like you.complete with black choppy bangsthat fall over thethird sparkling eyein the middle of her forehead. in the morning you told methat I’d better bring bug

breaking the backyard silence a flock of crows finds breakfast as a squirrel hustles by   two bumble bees compete with each other on a dandelion blossom for a morning treat   a chipmunk cheerfully runs after its mate through the grass enjoying the chase   i sit revering this