Communication

Poem -

A soldier's dying call.

soldier boy was calling meHis faint cry heard all aroundThe air was still and silentAnd dusty sand lay on...

Art -

"My Tools"

"My Tools"
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Ode to my "Old Man"

Ode to my "Old Man"

Hey babe, how are you?
Did you sleep well?
The kind of messages my husband sends, I often...

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Poem -

Shed Thy Skin

Shed Thy Skin

Like a snake in the wild I will shed my skin and leave it under a weeping willow tree for another to find....

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No Voice

No Voice

I watch
I hear
I feel
But I have no voice

I jump
I spin
I laugh...

Poem -

Sapir-Whorf hypothesis

Sapir-Whorf hypothesis

there it is

there it was

logograms

words in any order

non-linear

...

Poem -

Listen

Listen

Between the words

So much hidden in there

Look deep in their eyes

...

Poem -

Sisters Bond

Sisters Bond

The bond between sisters is never broken .
Moments and times. Go unspoken.
But we are all...

Poem -

Miscommunication

Miscommunication

Laugh, talk, interaction
It’s difficult when you ignore me
Talking to a wall, talking to...

Poem -

unfounded

wish for you can see it, what your misery is doing here.

Bye Felicia!

Exactly! Farewell to...

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Disconnected

Disconnected

We, our generation, the millennials, our emotions to which escape us, we cannot comprehend but simple...

Poem -

Saturday Night at the Blue...

Saturday Night at the Blue Bar (#1 in a series about a special Coffee House and the special people there.)

Ah, the Orchid Room at the Blue Bar…

I come here to listen

to youth and vigor spilling out...

Poem -

Missed It.

Missed It.

When I look around to vision I see a steady rise in competitions. Although this isn't a conscious decision...

Poem -

Show And Tell

Show And Tell

We've reached
the crucial point
where the pain
of commencing
a truthful...

Poem -

Communication

Communication

I wish we would write more.
Physical letters, I mean,
To show who we care for,
Instead...

Poem -

BULLSHIT TALKS

Will you be my friend again?

My response...

You'll change your mind again tomorrow......