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an observance of air

whir and buzz–

a sound of wind churning,

the slicing of

smoke-filled air in

the dead, deep

humidity of a mid-August

early morning–

concussion and lift, 20 more words


My hangs with Jeff Tain Watts

I still pinch myself when I remember my time with Jeff a couple of years ago. Firstly I want to say thanks to my band member and Head of Jazz Department at The Queensland Conservatorium “Steve Newcomb” using his networking skills and passion to bring Jeff to our university and inviting me to lunch with them. 579 more words


NaPoWriMo 04/26/2017: Grass Spider

This month, I am collaborating with nonfiction author and photographer, Christy Peterson.  You are invited to write and submit a poem based on the photo in the comments. 43 more words


He spoke

The man who never said a word.
The man who only smiled.
The man who’s silence I found unsettling.
He finally spoke.

He thanked me. 56 more words

Picture Poetry

I’m just trying to find somewhere that feels like home. A place to be comfortable and look up at the sky knowing it won’t all some crashing down in the blink of an eye. 113 more words



I think a lot. Like a lot. Most of the time my thoughts are pretty spread out and random, for example, just an hour or two ago – I started thinking of this random time I was out and about with a friend of mine. 957 more words


Hood fables

Their once was hood like my hood or your hood and really was it ever all that good?

rich or poor we all seemed at war, what ever for? 78 more words