Sunday, August 30, 2015

Night falls

Night falls, morning breaks
Water falls, waves break 
Tears fall, when bones break
My coffee mug falls,
Gimme a break


Sunflowers face the sun
In the daytime and at noon
So at night are they moonflowers?
At night they face the moon

Saturday, August 29, 2015


Just as fairy dust 
is a little sprinkle 
of miracles,
the dust on my desk 
is a little sprinkle of 
dead skin particles.

Friday, August 28, 2015

The sky

Sometimes the sky is huge,
all sorts of colors, hues,
dramatic, it moves.

sometimes the sky is itty bitty
a tiny sliver in the city

sometimes the sky is so dark
there's nothing to see
and that's the coolest kind of sky
i wish you could see