featured in the poetry forum November 24, 2010  :: 0 comments

If I could stay insane,
I could continue to hear
your sweet voice and
experience visions of you.

The medicine is a pain.
It takes away your voice
and your beautiful face.
I want to spit it out.

In reality you are gone
and I don’t know where
you live or know how to
contact you by phone or web.

When I am off my meds
you are always with me.
It’s a good thing for me,
but others do not agree.

I always end up kissing
the walls, fondling the air,
and calling your name.
In madness you are real to me.

You talk to me, you dance
with me, we make sweet love.
Everything happens like it was
supposed to happen.


August 28, 2010  :: 0 comments

The sky is filled with the corpses of birds.
I forget when I had this nightmare.
There is a funeral in the sky for the birds.
The sky splits open and the birds disappear.

I remember this dream made me weep.
I wore dark sunglasses that day.
I looked up and saw a lone grave in the sky.
It disappeared before I could dry my eyes.


featured in the poetry forum August 28, 2010  :: 0 comments

Let Earth welcome us
like a friend
not an unwanted visitor.

Let Earth shelter us
like a house
and trust us to be human.

Do not trust in war
machines, guns, and bombs.
Love the human race.

Feel the dry branches
and green leaves.
Do not turn your back on the lame.

Let Earth heal our pain,
bring us joy,
and comfort for the rest of our lives.

Let Earth feed our thirst,
hunger, and
what our souls and hearts crave.


August 28, 2010  :: 0 comments

Evening approached without shoes
above our houses.
It made little effort to show
its moon face with stars.
The temperature fell. Wind
blasted the roof tiles.
It felt like the last day of life
on earth. Nothing could
be done. The blue sky was gone.
The light went blind till
morning. Evening’s moon
eye with stars provided a
glimmer of light
in the dark sky.
Our senses were on alert.
Fear was prowling around
from moment to moment.
The trees were trembling.
Evening walked off without sound.


July 22, 2010  :: 0 comments

When you think of God
does your heart have faith?
When the wind blows strong
is it God sighing?

A weightless breeze spreads
seeds throughout the fields.
Who laughs in your face?
Some arrogant fiend?

You smile when the swift
wind cools you off. Your
sad face disappears.

You look up at a
bee up in a tree.
Does the bee know God?


July 22, 2010  :: 0 comments

She made jewelry
and gave it away.
Left it hanging on
trees for others to
snatch like fruit.

She gave away all
her possessions.
Money, clothes, it
did not matter. She
lost weight, at

least thirty pounds.
She tried to drink
herself to death. But
you must have heard
stuff like this.


featured in the poetry forum July 22, 2010  :: 0 comments

I was born in the water.
The wind gave birth to me.
I was weary and angry.
My backbone was bent out of shape.

The night took care of me.
The sun wanted to kill me.
I armed myself with stones.
I plunged them into the water
where the sun’s reflection
was looking back at me.


April 12, 2010  :: 0 comments

Another night comes.
It does not let up.
It comes with its moon,
its stars, the darkness,
and sometimes it just
keeps on going. When
you hope for morning
and the comfort of
light, the darkness seems
to linger. Lights falls
somewhere else, not here.


April 12, 2010  :: 0 comments

I’m going to marry a
lovely man I met here.
However, my mother
thinks it’s a bad idea.

I promise her this will work.
She said I am just a child.
I’ll be twenty one
this year. I’m not a baby.

She treats us like we’re dumb
for being in love. I’m tired
of these pills and rules.

The psychiatrist thinks
that I’m not normal.
But he is the one who’s crazy.


featured in the poetry forum April 12, 2010  :: 0 comments

Between sentences
a light goes off in
my mind; then a dark

emptiness fills the
room. The thoughts of a
madman asks, who are
you? Wearing a red
tie, the madman asks,
what man walks in my

shoes? The dark thoughts fill
my room. I hear
a rat running up
the stairs. The madman
asks, who is hungry?
The madman walks to
the kitchen. He asks,
who is that at the
door? He aims his big
gun at his dark thoughts.