Posted in Writing and all its cousins

That Stuff Right There… (Love) A freestyle

Don’t know nothing bout that thing right there;

never wished to figure out what it’s concocted of

But they say it’s poison–that stuff right there;


ah put a jazzy spell on ya,

have you waltzing and day dreaming on pastel clouds,

singing bout moons and magic

and make-believe

But lord when it’s over, man when it’s gone…

You hear what I say?

I said that mess is poison–eats up all the insides,

Heart and spirit too!

That stuff right there is voodoo

You best to realize,

before you go jitter-bugging

and writing bout butterflies,

before you go drawing hearts

with y’all’s names inside

That stuff right there,

that thing right there,

that mess right there…?

Is poison child


Posted in Writerly Advice, Writing and all its cousins

Mr. Muse

waiting for a sign–

if only there were a word,

a signal

hollow echoes tip-toe

where thoughts once raced

quiet house,

creepy staircase,

woven webs of silk 

clinging to thought process

muse trapped inside, 


we must free ourselves

from this emptiness,

this poison

find our way,

regain the crown

Posted in life and reflection

The Quest for Balance

'Vintage balance scale' photo (c) 2011, Mad Mod Smith - license:

little to the left,
little to the right

not too much,
way too much

scales are uneven
something ain’t right

it’s all too much
just way too much

get the weight off
yeah, that right there

feels better now
add a tad of that

is it even yet?


little to the left,
little to the right…

Posted in life and reflection

River (A free write)

it’s raining

and she’s the only one to hear

because, well, folks prefer sunshine,


pearly whites–

smile, baby, smile

all the while, it’s pouring; puddle now a river rushing through

they can’t see it; tell her to get over it,

to skip over…

a river!

so she swims to keep from drowning. smiles to keep from crying

a river