My Circus

The Ringmaster has lost control Of this, his favorite show, The acts are going crazy And he doesn't even know! The elephants are raging The monkeys? Flinging poo! While the audience is clapping Over all of this ado Eating popcorn, munching peanuts As the Big Top comes alive With the cries of the poor players … Continue reading My Circus


Sitting in the top of the house Rocking the chair in the open window Watching the lights of buildings Along the near horizon Slowly disappear Through sheets of rain Illuminated momentarily As if from behind In lightning flashes While windows shudder At the clap The tempest rages Winds howling Until the bolts tire Of their … Continue reading Peace

she is only moved

“She accepts your compliments on her face, her hair, and her body graciously—    and she is, indeed, beautiful.    But she is only moved when you notice the beauty of her spirit.” ~ Allaisia Hanan It's easy to look at the outside of someone and decide whether the outside brings you any pleasure. It's … Continue reading she is only moved

Beautiful Lies

I don't think I'm the only person who sometimes finds a recurring theme, thought, idea, or word arise in my life.  I find it interesting that whenever recurring words come forward, I'm reminded at the same time of those points at which I've written about them before, only the difference is that with each progressive … Continue reading Beautiful Lies

Classics: Song: To Celia (Drink to me only with thine eyes)

The writing of the Renaissance called and I answered. If you're unaware, this is the period of Shakespeare, Donne, Herreck, Marlow, Queen Elizabeth I, and King Henry VIII. This charming piece I think sums up the intoxicating feeling you have when there's someone whom you adore, that you feel almost drunk off the slightest attention … Continue reading Classics: Song: To Celia (Drink to me only with thine eyes)