steampunk heart

Stanzas and Sayings

is ocean a poem
i think so
containing as it does
and flow
and longing
not to mention that sheer primeval swoosh
and breeze
how about breeze
of course
freedom in one word


I bought an arab flute
it brings me joy
dreams me away
on drifting sounds

its not a mirage
my flute
my joy
a piece of somewhere else
a peace of somewhere else

peace in my small universe

on this

Questions we don’t ask

Questions We Don’t Ask.

There is talk of things returning to normal.


The privileged will rule, own two homes and pollute the Planet with spot-free SUV’s.

The elderly and disabled will sit alone, and sometimes in their own pee,