A New Song

I wrote a song this weekend (tentatively titled "All work No play"... I don't do it often because I don't really feel like it's my strong suit, since I am not musically inclined; but every once in a while an a hook will strike me or a concept and it won't due as a poem. This one is about a slave driver boss lady who's all hard edged work by day, but all warm and fun at night.

I'm sure one of these days I will actually have time to do something with the songs, but until then I'll just enjoy them when they come and let them tumble around in my head and when people ask what I'm singing along to, I'll just smile and say nothing yet. :)

I finally received a copy of the book several of my poems were published in...this was put together by cancer survivors and their loved ones, the proceeds go to help the non-profit group weSpark. You can find out more about his organization and how they provide FREE cancer support services for those dealing with cancer and their loved ones at: www.weSpark.org

Featured Poet

This Saturday the 23rd I will be one of the featured poets at the Santa Catalina Branch of the Pasadena Public Library on 999 E. Washington Blvd. in Pasadena. It's from 3 til 5pm there will be an 'open read' time for any one who comes as well if they have a poem to read.

"Heavy Load Hurts" published in Issue 50

My Poem Heavy Load Hurts was Published in Issue 50















Heavy Load Hurts


Knees hurt
Because of the outside beating
And pounding that they take
In shoes without proper support,
Standing on cracked cement too long;
Plus the weight of the body
Pushing down on the joints
Which were not meant to carry…
Such a heavy load.

Souls hurt
Because of the outside beating
And pounding that they take
In flesh, without proper support,
Standing on false cracked expectations;
Plus the weight of the life’s burdens
Pushing down on the hearts
Which were not meant to carry…
Such a heavy load.

Parent Child Love

This is an excerpt from the poem: PARENT CHILD LOVE



...Selfishness runs away instincts now heavily press,
To bind that brokenness and heal with each warm caress.
Children bring out in you a side you didn’t know could exist
Suddenly skinned knees in muddy gravel begged to be kissed
A parents life on hold, surprisingly with no resentment in sight
Fighting for your pleasure that no longer seems to be right...

The Stubbed Toe

I have been thinking for the last couple of years of putting a new book together, one that deals with every day obstacles in life that seem to keep us from getting where we want to go. How do we keep going the extra mile after our toes have been stubbed and stepped on? How do we turn our stumbling blocks into stepping stones? That is something I will be exploring, using examples from my own life and ones I've also observed.

Issue 49 of SGVPQ DRUG OF CHOICE

Last month I got another poem published in the San Gabriel Valley Poetry Quarterly, issue 49. This is an excerpt from that poem:

I feel so dangerously close to you,
You are this addict’s drug of choice;
Though my body attempts to shut you out,
It reverberates your smooth voice.
Thoughts of you plague my psyche so much more
Than I’d even like to admit;
I’m ashamed to ask for intervention,
Though I don’t know how else to quit...