Evil spirits of repression
haunt dark corners of the world,
With their ugly banners lifted
and their bloody flags unfurled —

Oh how sinful this love may be, the sweet tastes of flavored cream upon my tongue.

Everything on earth is …

An introspective creation based on current world events.

Continuation of a poem of adventure and darkness…

Evil spirits of repression
haunt dark corners of the world ….

Remembering visiting my Mama Mart and Papa.

How do you describe?

As I quickly approach middle-age (or maybe I’m already there, but in deep denial), I’ve begun wishing I could show some young person the easiest way to get through life. If only I could provide them a map with the right route clearly marked.

Last day this world with golden words.