if you haven't changed,grown, learned from your mistakes,it's a waste, a shame,a misuse of time.But is it really all that bad?to continue,to feel,to act,with instinct?

Some nights I don blonde hair, the next I will mask as another. This time I might be so charming or a me I have yet to uncover. In the morning, I’ll be someone new: a better, more sensible me. She will dress smarter and speak much more eloquently. She’ll not forget the woman she was the night before – remembers her light with fondness, envies her playfulness in amour. They locked eyes for an mo...

There is a man who comes by my home sometimes, who I don’t know how to name.I watch him wander up the road,  turning slowly into turtle, trout, boar, and many more, Forcing his way through ten traps made of wicker and lure.Crack crack crackDrowning out the crickets. Strong strides slosh through wet thicket.Hunters eyes, long arms, gentle as a deer, but no fear. Flows on by the stones, unaware....

 In scarcity's grip, I languished day by day,Survivalist shackles held my spirit's sway.My mind, a prison where despair did breed,In company and solitude, I yearned to be freed.  Perception had painted life in shades of dull grey,An endless struggle, a tireless slog without pay.Depleted and weary, it seemed a permanent life of strife,A tragedy of boredom, pain, in an endless blight.   The spa...

There is a boulder on the beachThin, barnacle-encrusted feetLichen'd head wideUmbilical to the rocky cliffBut only just so.It should have fallen away by now.Emerald waves saw through basaltSea stealing smallest siblingsSmashing and caressing Moving and shapingThe stone watches and knows it's fate.It clings still.I sit and watch the world pass me byBubbles pip, pip, pipping in my drinkSun rising...

This growth     This becoming I was sold      the lie           of butterfly change Metamorphoses        are calm             quiet                  predicable                       warmth in cocoon blankets But this         this raw                very human                         personal growth is messy         chaotic                 nonlinear                         ice and fire Will the ...

Come dance in the waterCome bleach your skinWe’ve lined up the planets in a rowFor you to beginRinse every fractureAnoint with cementSweet and dark like molassesYou’re dripping sin Looks like your fatherCould tame the windHe punched the carotidYou enslaved the JinnYour faith was martyredAnd you lost all your friendsThey draped you with a nooseYou arabesqued and (stoically) grinned Leech out th...

When I met you, you were a menthol smoking specter in denim, sprouting from a corner bar stool. But under the raccoon eyes and wiry hair,you were some work of art,features that Degas would’ve been proud to carve,and some kind of quiet storm in your eyes,a rabid dog stuck in heavy rain. Then that centuries old curse possessed me,the one that projects us into a future, laughing at a distant beach...

The apple doesn't fall far from the other apples.We embark from this tree,The same way we grow onto it,With fear of nothing, except our own success.Like Isaac Newton himself,That Eureka moment,Being in the present, far or nearAnd knowing the extentOf hope being as hollow as fearAs something hovers above our heads,Sometimes like lightning, sometimes like death.That strange arrangementWaiting for...