An Amazing Animal

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I Am Me

I am me
the reflection staring back from the glass
the half full cup
the dark chocolate freak
sometime friend to a certain scale.

I learn in the face of challenge
that my obscurity may be a good thing
that as I trip and fall
no one will see
or care.

I am a notion
a shadow
a spot on the frame
moving past old beliefs.

Becoming new.

Sometimes haunted
chased
driven
alone.


I existed before to fill your square pegs
round spaces
anything.

I persist to soulfully
pound
in the dark
without a key
without a pigs chance in hell
that you will understand my need.

I am a rogue wave
a rushing tide
a rare
voice
a thinking stone
passionately pulled
occasionally moved.

Mixing and mashing theories
slashing
splitting
flicking hard-nosed butts

against a blue-green world

of melting ice
smoking pillars and
smashed stones.
I am me

a miracle

to those
that bore me
with nothing
but a seed to plant
nothing but hopes and dreams.

I am much more than your
dogma
much more than a pulsing frame
wary heart
weak organs
tired blood
hidden muscle and moral bone.

Protect me from your reckless ways.

Spare the child in me.

I deserve
to dream
to inherit the ideas
of our creator
to see
beyond the black
molten mass
we’ve
become.

Cloud Concerto

In this open air venue

floating nymphs
stitch their serenity
free of charge.

A child is stilled
comforted by their play
counting their fluffy leaps
over misty fences
fascinated
by the scope of their splendor.

Angelic arms wrap
emerald peaks
exhaling excited vapor
as the spotlight shines
on tonight’s premier
presenting
fine art and composition
to the cultured audience
who clap and cheer
instantly
recognizing the
bird song prelude
and butterfly solo symphony.

Appeal for Book Reviews on Amazon

Thank you in advance for purchasing my book, Letters to a Prisoner.  I'm looking for reviews on Amazon. A previous version of this book was endorsed by Al-Anon. It contained exerpts from Al-Anon's Blueprint For Progress. I decided to go ahead and publish without those exerpts. It is currently required reading at Habilitat-The Place of Change, a drug rehab in Kaneohe Hawaii. Here's the link for your convenience: http://amzn.com/1456405365

Father's Day Story--Published!

My story, "Clean Sweep" has been selected as "Today's 'Dad & I' Story" for OneFortyFiction.com.


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Mastiff Manners

They begin pristine

 in their precise

composition

 like two dancers

center stage

their muscled torsos

strutting and swaying

in perfect rhythm.

Rocketing

limbs splayed

as they spiral down

landing abruptly into the mud

coating every square inch

as if it were a precious salve

 from the Dead Sea.

Sliding and rolling across the wet terrain

eight large paws leave no stone unturned

no blade of grass still, no fruit untried.

A rushing river hangs back

as they race by

two competitors

colliding into a break dance of

epic proportion.

Barking,
"BEWARE
YOUR SEASON IS AT HAND."

Choose with care.

Sharpen your wits.

It will suit you to study

carefully, the mastiff manual.

They are untroubled by

your crow and your claws.

They will smell your green

goo as it drips off the edge

of a palm frond

overlooking the pond’s edge.

Squash that splash!

Hide your red-orange

flash and fan-tails.

Their hunger is fierce.

They will

excrete your squirming mass

swallowed whole

next to

the chirping peep

fins,

 feathers     and       entrails

laced with reckless dread.

As they pause

pacified

to chew on a twig

flossing

away the fragments

in the midday sun.

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