My Tommy

He's a cowboy Taking strides To cleanse And Bring Joy Hard exterior Is the image Carrying fallen souls Up the mountain To their savior Time tries to heal His wounds For deep inside His heart Cries not to feel But tomorrow brings This Bull As we watch him Move down his path Beside angel wings


How did I get here I keep repeating As the drums beat Deep in my mind Causing tears to Escape down my cheeks How do I stop The maddening cycle Of lost days Time spent healing From a wound Caused by someone else How many times Will life expect Me to climb Over another hurdle … Continue reading How


Stormy fears Swallow Gentle hearts Spark Mourning cries Thunder Silently echos Wandering Innocent child Forgotten Hollow tears Cloudless Dark night Abound Frigid years


Travel was her escape Alone on the highway Of lost harmony Rejecting her depressed Criticism of confusion Memories dance in the wind Like a forrest fire Destroying the calloused images in her soul Fears washed in her veins Running through the hurricane storm in her eyes Emerging are her genuine gossamer Wings of rebirth and … Continue reading Escape

Master Bed

His ghost haunts my sleepless nights By the smoke of burning cigarettes The dreams of our dances between the fights Tick-tock - to the rhythms torments A pillow top supports the carnal imprints Made by voracious lovers The aging scent of sensual sweat transmits On soft cotton covers Diseased from reckless drugs and alcohol Days … Continue reading Master Bed

Modern Widows Club

On the third Thursday each month, this abject group of pioneers meet. Age is not a requirement, young mothers, grandmothers and childless spouses all desire not to be a member, death brings them together. No one criticizes the hours shared with one another, out-stretched arms embrace arrivals like a mother hen’s wings surrounding a fragile … Continue reading Modern Widows Club