I saw a small American flag
with a tattered corner
fixed to a wooden stick.
It had collected in a storm drain
on the side of the freeway
next to a crumpled weathered pack
of Marlboro cigarettes.
This is the most American thing
I’ve ever seen.

Day by day
My Father
You keep me alive
Day by day
Here on the planet earth
For 58 years
And I must tell you
That I Iove living
Here on earth
AIso I pray every night
For my Father
I never forget to pray for you
Father
Before you made the earth
You had made the sky
For the birds to fly
AIso you made the birds
With your holy hands
And I must say that the birds
Are beautiful
AIso it is wonderful
To see them flying in the sky
Day by day
When I woke up

After dark,
fireflies flickering
like luminous candlelight.
Seek their glowing bums.

It's too dry.
No more pixie lights.
Oh,my glittering glow bugs
they no longer fly.

Sorting through boxes of color slides
ablaze in dazzling tones.

Like the hues contained within the images,
soon enough I'll be just a breeze

locked in a still life shown in the tiny squares.
A ghost in time captured in Kodachrome.

that day...

I stood in disbelief

news, so horrid

hard to breathe

my brain in slow motion

stuttering to keep up

as all the world stood by

holding it's breath

a nation in duress under siege!

Astrophysicist Professor,
retired, Ron Jones had been
on a tireless quest too build a
time machine In his upstairs
basement.
While a few of his
old friends were heading to
their local pubs, or going
about their day. Ron was on
a mission to finish his project
and then to celebrate.
Finally he accomplished that
most said was mathematically
impossible.

He created a kind of bubble,
which could fold space-time all with
complex geometry.

By the stillness
within me
to be able to be calm,
peaceful and rested.

The peace that stillness brings
opens my mind
and makes me think,
resolve,
and solve.
Pure inspiration
from that wonderful silence
which is within me.

Bringing out
the creativity
of my mind
through my words.
Getting through each day
on a higher plain,
an elevated level.

I awoke from my Grandma
nap to the sound of a voice
I knew from my childhood,
Boris Karloff, singing a
song that my kids loved.
It was odd .
I was born in 1971, and I
had awoken to the premier
of the movie about the
hairy, green, surly creature
with the ever-patient dog
in December of 1966, five
years before my birth.
Why couldn’t I awaken for
the death of Marilyn Monroe
or the assassination of JFK?
I am salty about arising
for this movie.
Perhaps my heart is

You give me nothing but grace,
understanding, and patience.

Sometimes,
I forget how much I love you
and how much you love me

Instead, I react,
muscle memory
honed in on survival

I don't think you're trying to hurt me
but my body only knows one thing
and trust me
the body keeps the score

So, My Love,
I'm sorry you have to see me like this...
Really,
I am so sorry.