in your comments please add a line to this poem i will add them to the poem Raven moon heed my plea...fly to me....shine your light on my darken wings.....nocturnal things... feathers quick as lightening... Raven moon hesitate not...plunge into …

scarred generations of words laid bare struggling with the confusion of relativity when his atom split her world asunder her mouth mushroom with the pain of it she couldn't have seen the fallout when her pen pulled that trigger * …

some might say she was a beautiful girl a peroxide beauty shapely but with a face that rarely smiled and a voice that spoke only to those she could manipulate * some might say she was assertive and that she …

i spy thee ever changed chameleon and oh my willful wilding heart you breathe a want in me flung high your shimmering fairie dust dark the lustful longing as it fell * soft whisper fine hyperbole allaying every plan discreet …

this weeks poem in the Reader is a wowser!!! so hit ur browser and partake of the haughtest poem yet to be published by the READER http://www.sandiegoreader.com/news/2012/jan/11/poetry-symptoms/ yah u saw it right...i choose to be corrupted...hahahahahahahahaha here's one of my …

ah darlin' come and gone shall i meet you in Ireland then * ride ponies along the emerald cliffs roll like children in the dewy grass * brambles in our hair as we wait to see the hushed grey gloaming …

http://sandiegoreader.com/users/photos/2012/jul/12/27892/ he had taught her so carefully...taught her with the care given by a horse whisperer to his prize student...careful to send the message to all of her six senses all to no avail and she thought i'm so sorry …

just a little gift...a carrot for my mare...with the crispy chill of Christmas hanging in the air that hound is bold but worthy too of scraps cut from our Ham...the fat will make his coat shine so bright....like only ornaments …

is it not splendiferous truly quite sublime outrageously quite delirious and here at Christmas time * could it be a better gift accepted with importance whether sonnet rhyme or riff could it just be heady dreaming * a quirk in …

the only good thing i can say about today...a bright but cold Sunday in SandyEggo ...is that it's not raining...i'd be completely crushed if it was I've never gotten completely over that "little girl lost feeling"...the "nose pressed to the …

this is the scene two young trudging people...a man and woman dressed to stay warm....carrying bags of pinecones,apples,birdseed and peanut butter into the forest a feisty Malamute puppy running along beside them they were amazingly happy in their new digs …

ya know when the world seems to start closing down just before the new path shows itself sh!t that a scary time where the hell's my teddy bear when i need him most that very silent lonely time when you …

hoooo hummmmm i'd like to write something local something interesting and such that excites me so much but it's raining in Lakeside the squirrels they aren't here in wet weather they disappear and my last blog was squirrels with long …

his confusion flew around him like leaves blowing in the wind as he got closer and closer to the canyon pool..... his brain had been on fire with this situation he had gotten himself into and the murderous desert heat..... …

a friend here was telling me about an idea she had for wedding dressing...that spicy special treat that makes a Spring chicken salad taste just right i hope she whips it up pronto and sends some to me mix a …

she stepped up on his porch...wide tomboy smile...slouched into a patio chair and held her hand out in a way that could be interpreted as a "shake my hand" or "please fill this with something exotic and cool"...her mind was …

Autumn was fast approaching in Canada...leaves had turned an open ear to the whisper of shortening days Kerry couldn't just phone Lynner to tell her the bad news the sad upheavals of her life had to be held in loving …

large striped seeds spreading round flora roots in darkened soil fauna scratches sweet Autumns toils squirrels quick ply their trade in mouthy pouches bursting to holes in trees they're laid hoarding ever high and deep before it's time to go …