Poem~ being taught


your words wow me

articulate and precise

voraciously vocabularic

your intellect excites me

opening my tiny mind

dazzling me with your knowledge

your ideas are like a dream

commanding my attention

making me listen

I hang on your every word

Because your thoughts are…

so beautiful

Your mind is a wonderland

I long to explore

Tell me everything you know


I would be content

to sit by your side

And listen

Poem~ coveting


what to do with weighted thoughts of jealousy

barbs of envy piercing the solitude

the dark feelings swirl- cyclical and jarring

illuminating the depths of lowliness

questioning the eagerness of intent and motive

willing it to all melt away

this mind is a dueling  paradise and prison

subject to its subject

victim or champion

ever searching for a stability only “normal” will provide

but it’s~~~~~

ever so

elusive and fleeting

Poem ~ “real” thoughts

the power of thought

transcends all consciousness

believing in the inevitable or doubting the obvious

beckoning the beholder

to consider the consequence

of innocent fantasies

for the mind breeds actions

which the heart is forced to honor

honor is unforgiving


longing for the “real “


truth in thought





   *images from Google


Simple is never what it seems… Humility exists as a simple idea… Ideas develop and they flee…

Fleeting thoughts are not always truth… Truthful ideas can be simple…Perception is a type of truth.

Sorting through thoughts and ideas like a deck of shuffling cards.

How can I find the right card? Is it a trick, a game, amusement?

Is it sleight of hand, or an illusion?

Life is not a game, or a trick.

There are no quick fixes, no magic bullets.

No miracle workers or holy rollers.

It is uncomplicated and it can be as plain as the nose on your face.

Faith is truth. Truth is clear. Clarity is honest.

The answer to life is found in the spirit.

It’s as simple as that.

Poem ~40



we talk tomorrow

what will you say

to make me stay

sorry sorry so so sorry?

you are my world?

I’ve heard it all


my gaze is on the bedroom door

while you sleep in silent sound

i wait to hear your words

as the moonlight dims and fades

i drift away and dream

of our happy days


you changed




Shout Out to Jerry Uelsmann

I am huge fan of Jerry’s surreal photographic art work.


Actually, Uelsmann  lives in Gainesville FL, only a hop, skip, and a jump away from me. Yet, I’ve never had the opportunity get out there and hear any of his lectures…Maybe one day…

This summer I’m planning a road trip to New Orleans and this will definitely be one of my pit stops- because they have a HUGE collection of his work on display.

However,until then, I’m always content to gaze at his fascinating images…and imagine…

If you’re interested,here is a tribute presentation I found of his work:

This is a compilation video I found on YOUTUBE

FYI- Jerry is a pioneer in this type of photography, no Photoshop for him. He actually creates all his art in a dark room. Jerry’s  darkroom is his studio. His technique requires the use of multiple negatives and enlargers to capture a single cohesive image. He often takes pictures with this being his sole purpose, selecting unique subjects with the intention of separating and then combining them with other negatives in the darkroom. The final product is a dream-like vision to behold.

Check out his books:

Front Cover Front Cover Front Cover Front Cover                      *all images from Google




a thousand conversations

left silent on our tongues

intercepted by realities

hushing our song

scintillating discoveries

set asunder by time

reckless wondering-simple- singular- solace

possibility of crossed paths

ushers a sliver of hope

Poem~ 35


Poem~35 The Nite Life

it was a see and be seen kind of night

balmy breezes, flashy smiles

twinkling lights- strumming guitars

all of the so and so’s and who’s who

mingling about-cackling, laughing

kissing the air in sundresses and sky high heels

gentlemanly nods-comparing and concurring

cigar smoke rings circling over head

slowly dissipating in the pleasant night air

our fingers touching across the table

star gazing while sipping free flowing wine

pretending we belong-but not really caring

such is the night in our little life



Poem~ 34


Poem~ 34    You Can Have It

I can sense you competing    

whispering your disapprovals

contemplating the shallow bond     

challenging their loyalty

sneering at me with your dismal smile

certain you’re infinitely more deserving

smugly confident-sly and condescending

your effervescent charm is nauseating

take it-   ALL-  if it means so much

I honestly… was only trying to help

no matter my sacrifice-for it was a pleasure

sadly- soon to be but a passing thought

all will pale in your brightness

I will pretend it doesn’t hurt

feign happiness for your success

it’s for the best…



dryly in my mind