voice in my head...

sometimes
when I think
I should
be sleeping
and it's dark and quiet
that's when thoughts
come to visit.
They repeat themselves.
repeat and repeat
until I get up
and write what
they have to say.
it can take a while,
like tonight, but
they won't stop
until they're
damn well ready
and if I'm patient
and a bit lucky
I end up with a 
nice little piece
of something-
like this.

History Matters...a book worth reading...

In my mind, David McCullough is a supreme word master.
He is one of very few authors who can entice me to read history.

Haiku...

I am worthless here.
Could there be a place where I'd
be better than now?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

it feels like settling... 

Not here...

 

even after
all this time
    I still expect
    to see you.
    It's a jolt
    when I don't.
    A tiny pain
    in my heart
    that reminds me
    again
    that you're gone.
    

You taste good wet...

you do
     I do not
you do not
     I do