I see the child plunge into the swift streamnear the river bank where I am standing.  It swims beautiful butterfly strokes and  free strokes. The river carries in its imagesmy recollections of the river from the citywhich I was many times familiar with duringmy child hood. Barges, and ferries loadedwith hucksters, office workers, soldiers, students,factory…

I beat him endlessly, the man whoonce expressed his sexual interestsin my body when I was nine, andcontinued to do it steadily. He followedme many times, and sneaked into my earssome words uncomfortable to hear.He was half-awaked and half-dreaming,lunatic man whose insanity many ofmy relatives had mentioned of. But then,I became careless toward his actions…

Gilded soft lightBrooding hueIllumine the trails to the entrailsOf heart, hearth, a life’s wombNothing more lucid than duskNothing pellucid but truthSoft on the eyesSoft on the soulSoft on the universe’s wombWarm dark gentle welcoming tombBrisk wintry evenfall, moon’s soft glowAxe at the root, trunk on the snowBreath by the earRaging peace in the gloamRove we…

There is a world People aware of surroundings Acknowledging strangers Discussing dreams Changing attitudes Preserving peace There is a world cared by all No laws No rules No need for regulations Overflowing genuine reciprocity There is a world it could be ours But our world survived through screens has this false mentality the World Wide…

I aim to paint poemsbut am better suited topaint houses outside. Escape into life’sa goal good writers oftenget failing grades at. On the other hand,upshots are they’ve deadlierexit strategies.

I trekked miles, exceeded elevations to get high enough to hear myself think without the clutter  day to day distractions. To be able to look at one thing and truly see it, for all it’s worth its purest form. Mountains stained orange, defined by rusty veins. My breath lingers as I exhale Smoke stacks dance…

“A poet…manages, in a lifetime of standing out in thunderstorms,to be struck by lightning five or six times.”— Randall Jarell Gathering kindling —silver tin can flies aboveagainst black sky– thwack!

People are beautiful give them a chance. Not everyone is out to get you Strangers bring light into the darkest places Play. Laugh. Keep a tight grip on childish emotions. Stay excited Fuel the fire Fall. Hard. Plunge into love. Spoil your dreams Seek out the good in people             Indulge.                         Humor.            Fiction is…

Swing open cabindoor, walk alone on forestpath or with my wife.

i. Transformative SeeingTraining in ethics,wisdom then meditation— follow Buddha’s path. ii. Hansel And Gretel Path to our delight’shopefully something inside— no need to import. iii. My Privates Peaceful heart and mindare revolutions you useto stop suffering. iv. Winter All’s fine now when sunout but notice how nice moodchanges when cloudy. v.  Right ActionConsequential deedscan create lovingkindness,equanimity.…

When someone throws you a stone, throw back a flower—Gandhi If you and your soulmate are made of the same stuff same star-studded atoms electrons, neurons then is it not the same for you and your enemy? Are not your atoms molecules and cells acted on by the same laws of the same universe? Are…