When I experience hurt I indulge In magical thinking. Very annoying For others, Unfamiliar with the technicalities Behind my tricks. He or she May say, That “I” am mistaken in my observations. But with the wave of My… Read More ›
Ode To Social Anxiety Sitting opposite my wife With my napkin On my lap, I gripped my fork and stabbed the duck, Marinated in weird oriental sauces, so I thought, Served with a smashed potato, As I was crushed… Read More ›
Water and Ice
I recall a short story I had written in school back in Scotland looking out of our window at the whirling snowstorm blanketing our streets, roofs and gardens. We were young. My teacher said we could reach for the stars…. Read More ›
You Can’t Make It Up
I try to think Of happiness, As a concept Encapsulated in its own image. And laughingly believe I’ll be happy, Just by bringing to mind The thought, That thinking happy thoughts Would then follow Without effort And all would… Read More ›
Through orange heights, Through turtle doves, And through the alleyways, I see the love That hope enshrouds Descend and take away The thoughts I had of one I love A city far but near And in its grasp A… Read More ›
I woke up tired today. Hot sweet Expressos In tiny white cups, Stirred me a little. But lethargy, And the heat, And the crushing humidity Made me anxious, Gave me palpitations, Made me light headed And confused. … Read More ›
No Card Needed
My signature on a Valentine’s card Will fade over time. But the aching intensity Of my love For you, Will never Be destroyed By moments.
The Weak Drain But Do Not Gain
How much more can I take From the weak, petty and jealous Propping up their frail egos By draining me Of my peace Of mind? How will this end? Their ego and character will sit unsteadily On a… Read More ›
Annoying neighbors, very intrusive, Pry into my thinking process (Whispers and rumors) Because I stand alone. I am not moved by windy whims, Or current trends, Or little lies Or envy. And don’t care if Jack Bought a new… Read More ›
Why Is Something Always Annoying Me?
And they come to tea
Fondling my fragile china cups
Tedious tapping of a tea spoon
On a saucer.