Riding Through the Trees

Crisp burnt marshmallow air bites the whites of your eyes

Pine trees stand proud in the setting orange light

Cheeks chilled and dewy

Mittens rub together in solidarity before grabbing handle bars

You take off down the road

The blue rusty metal rattling away

The wind washes your senses

As you ride through the reds, oranges, and yellows

Leaves are flying and crunching all around you

Windows start to glow warm

Lights of home peek through the cold

The sky darkens as the mystery grows

You speed through it all taking it in

A rhythm between your foggy breath, your pedaling feet, and the lights and trees passing along the street

A clearing ahead, legs are getting heavy

Pushing through to the top you see a view grand and wide

You stand proud in the setting orange light

Embracing the stillness as the world goes quiet


Summer Senses

Sunny trees, sunny hills

Flickering breeze sweet with summer

Serene swimming pool sky

Rich mint, lavender, jasmine

Eucalyptus and pine

Floating on summer senses

Drifting me down a clear twinkling river

Filled with joyful light

Photos · Poems

Sepia Toned Stranger

Sitting next to people
Strangers riding on their own soundscapes
In their own waves of emotion
Their own worlds
Islands of stories I wouldn’t understand
What are they going through?
Those serious eyes are so far away
A distance no one can see

You blend in at first
With all the other ghosts
I used to know you
I used to know everything about you
You contrast with the
Busy colorful world around you
An ancient photograph
Glowing bright from the past
A sepia toned stranger
A foreign presence in my life
Alienly wandering in a planet
That no longer belongs to you
The clock hands quiver
With a wisper from the past
Time stands still
Slow motion, backwards, parallel
Fading in and out
From you and the here and now
A confused euphoria
Of how we’ve come so far
I don’t even know who you are
How the distance was made clear
By you simply standing there
And as smoothly as you appeared
You gracefully disappear

Photos · Poems

Winter Sunlight

Hey, it’s okay
There’s sun in December
You can find a way out
Feel that life, that air
You can fly
Your heart has wings
They lift your feet
And you can float in the glimmering light
Cheerful sparkling magic all around
Wake up, feel it now
Reach for it
Ignore the shadows that trail behind
Pull away, follow the light
Follow the joy
Let yourself feel more than alright
It’s so bright
Why not believe in this wonderful sight

Drawings · Poems

Listen to Your Heart

What does your heart sound like
Does she sound like moonlight?
Soft and cool, silent and peaceful?
Or does she sound like spring?
Warm and sweet, delicate and soft?
What does your heart sound like?
Is she telling you what to do?
Or is she shyly waiting in the corner?
Hands in her lap.
Does she speak in words or in thoughts?
Or does she speak in drifting waves that make you smile?
What does your heart sound like?

Keep listening.


Lost Poems from High School: Flashlight

Looking out the closed window
Pointing a flashlight, trying to light up the darkening scenery
Attempting to brighten the wide horizons
But I can’t see, not yet.
Everything is passing, all the separate lives, places and people
I’ll never know and never forget.
I feel them walking along, own missions and trials in mind.
Looking forward, living with the past on their shoulders.
Smiling faces of strangers holding,
Tucking away the omnipresent moments,
The moments that they are distractedly smiling against.

I wonder about the things I don’t want to know about,
And look through windows to other windows,
Hoping to see what they see.
But I see someone lost in the distance, in the middle of it all.
All these things will be left unsaid.
This season is consuming me, I fall asleep,
With a loud, thundering train in the sky,
The rosy glow of an oncoming storm.
My flashlight shines back up to the sky, simple and small,
Like David’s sling shot against Goliath
I hide in my umbrella of shadows that the brightness creates.
One day, the shadows will fade, daylight will break
And the sun will meet my tiny light.
I’m going to run from this,
A chance that ignites my feet.

Children Stories

Driven By Indecision

Henry was having a rough day. He was trying to have a bit of fun on his three day weekend with his family but everything seemed to be going wrong. Nobody could decide where they wanted to go and with every suggestion there was a disagreement. They each wanted to escape the stresses of their normal week days in different ways. His wife, Bertha thought a refreshing trip to the beach would do the trick. She really missed the ocean breeze on her face. It’s been so long since the last time she was there. Henry however was allergic to sand. If sand touched any part of his body he would break out into rashes. Their son Joey wanted to go snowboarding but no one else really wanted to spend their weekend getting their butt cold and wet in the snow. His sister Lillian thought they should go to the city and do some shopping, but her parents didn’t want to spend money.

Henry made a suggestion to go flying in air balloons over the green hilly hills and then camp under the stars when they were done flying. He thought what a spiritual experience it would be to be high above the world, softly floating. He was getting very excited about the idea until Joey said he thought the idea sounded lame and boring. His wife also didn’t feel like going because of her fear of heights. Lilly didn’t want to go because camping was involved with the idea. She can’t sleep with all those bugs and without her bed. Sadly, Henry decided to give up and watch TV. He checked out what the weather would be like just to see if inspiration strikes another idea in his mind. He found out there was a huge turkey festival in town and forced everyone in the car. Their tiny suburban town was quite well known for its beautiful prize winning turkeys. Nobody really wanted to go but they rather do anything than be in the house all day.

There was a huge traffic jam. Everyone was tired and frustrated. They got bored and started noticing all the angry people around them yelling, cursing, and honking. All this for turkeys they thought. They noticed the man in the car behind them is Henry’s crazy brother in law and in the car next to them on their right was Lillian’s and Joey’s principle, Mr. Rimba. The worst people to be surrounded by in a traffic jam were surrounding them and it was only adding to their stress. Everyone was regretting not going to the places they actually wanted to go. Bertha all of sudden got out of the car and started asking other drivers where they were going. Joey then decided to go out and do the same thing and so did Lillian. Henry stayed in the car confused. His wife and kids were each trying to find a car to ride in that was heading in the direction of the place they said they wanted to go to. Henry’s cell phone started ringing like crazy once he couldn’t see any members of his family walking about in the street. They each had their cell phones with them and were calling him to say where they were going and what time they would come home. Henry felt alone but then he thought once he got to the next block he would turn around and go flying in an air balloon.


Lost Poems from High School: Good Weather

Sometimes good weather can make me sore
Ancient memories
Fade and reappear
With each passing day.
Histories of other peoples lives
Collide and find a home in me.
I feel like soaking in the moonlight
And breathing in all the dew drops
On this lonely hill.
I roll along in my dreams.
Every statement said
Makes a ripple effect in my head.
There’s a search light lost
Inside me focusing on
The detail I wish for so much.
Something was cut short
An important line or two
That I didn’t say or hear.
Disillusioned desires are
Crying, pining for
Something deeper
The pretty water and the smiling sky
They’re unsettling.
Why can’t I be satisfied with all that I see,
With all that I have?
My heart runs in place
As I watch the world accelerate


Lost Poems from High School: Cliff Jumpers

Standing proud on cliffs, they
jump into the clouds attempting to float
above hopes and wishes.
They strive to be like gods, distant from their
desires, but they are spellbound in stiff coats.
Fake fire cracking stars, burning too much to be
anything more than cliff jumpers jumping for
the sake of risking survival.
Forlorn like a card game in a spaceship with
the darkness all around, they sink.
The alien t.v. mutters and spits excitement, spitting
words, junky prizes, and equipment for their disguises.
They play games with their far away dreams, sometimes
dipping back in the clouds, struggling to aspire to higher
atmosphere where the air is clear.
If they push they will come through, but if
they’re too tired, they can give up
and be forgiven.