My dreams are a reflection of what my mind pictures things to be.

There's nothing like a blank piece of paper, or a blank Word document, or a blank canvas, tape, camera film or Cubase project - getting filled with ideas & thoughts; with one's subconsciousn...

It’s gone. Ribbon, a strip of material can mean the difference between a high functioning human being and a nervous wreck, a useless heap of clothing wearing a pair of shoes with nowhere t...

Gramp’s Tractor – Old Bessie

He ran a small farm of 25 acres growing hay and providing pastures for 50 head of cattle that he milked twice daily first ...

I promised something to someone as others have done before me.
The words are lost because I've used many mouths.
Removing all the faces that I once wore, l...

“That’s a sign of sexual frustration,” was the first thing you said to me, eyes sliding over the bottle in my hand. 

“Yeah, well,” I said, picking ...

The solipsist lives in his mind,
marvels at all the colors he finds-
a reality outlier, convention defier,
an everyday, chronic window shopper.

In his waking dream

Black petals

 fell

From the collection of antique memories

she pulled out his photograph

covered with a patina and with dried tears.

She added a ...

The trees translate

what the wind is whispering

Spilling their secrets

but no one is listening

(This could work with Tree Borde...

The islanders adapted to their new home in the belly of the whale

Standing on tiptoes to glimpse the sky when the great beast yawned