Tempest in Time

Washed up on the shore of depression

barely sane

a tumultuous soul calls out my name

scratchy screams in the storm

of life

a weary survivor of constant strife

no surcease for my sorrow

no hope for the morrow

but I continue to go on

every dawn

every day

wanting to be okay

-30-

Burn Another Bowl

as chaos swirls around the world on cruise control

and madness reigns in the streets across America

you might as well burn a bowl

of sweet ganja

to lighten your soul

don’t end up in an ideological manhole

become one with the universe

and burn a bowl

**

Little Red Riding Hood in the 21st Century

(184 words -Flash Fiction/Poetry)

They called her Little Red in Sedona, Arizona where crystal-gazers told the fortunes of tourists who came to see the famous red sandstone hills beauty, that explodes in orange and red splashes of brilliant colors when the sun rises, or sets.

Little Red was from the barrio on the wrong side of town, a collection of homeless people who gathered around, helping one another, like a sister and brother, to survive in a merciless economy of the 21st century…

The local homies who respected her gig of taking from the rich and giving it to the poor, had a good rapport with the Harley-riding Little Red who stayed ahead of the law gaining the awe of all the local gangs…

One day Little Red went to see her grandma who lived by the sea, to see if everything was the way it was supposed to be, when she discovered an anomaly that led her to believe an imposter was there to deceive…

Little Red hopped on her Harley and headed for open country determined to be free from the constraints of fairytales and history.

***

Emerald Dreams

in the dream there was an emerald glow

that enveloped me

as I walked

through the snow

seeking the mystery

that led me

into an unknown land

guided by the emerald glow

I sought answers from the gods

and wizards I didn’t know

my dream guiding me

into unknown country

where I walked on clouds

to see what I could see

it’s always exciting to me

when my emerald dreams

take me to new places to see

and I begrudge the long days

that are reality

waiting

patiently

for sleep

to envelope me

Living In A Redwood Tree

there was a young woman named Bethany

who lived in a Redwood tree

her little hut was something to see

perched like a toy inside the canopy

society had caused her to flee

to the giant tree in order to be free

a friend brought supplies to the tree

and never questioned her idiosyncrasy

and she lived there like a refugee

but happy as happy can be

for she was a nature devotee

who did her best to avoid reality

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