Note: Not much to say about this one. I did know very early that I did not want kids though. Intruders The laughing cries of children playing kickball on the sweating asphalt, intrude my thoughts. Their voices sing in the faint breezes. Their smiles sail towards my room. I close the window so they can’t get in....

Note:  Once again, not really sure what was going through my head when I wrote this but I did suffer a lot of insomnia before the meds.   UTOPIA Sinking in a sigh my thoughts blur A dream-like cloud covers my eyes And I squint to see through the haze The forms I see are...

Note: I really have no idea what I was thinking when I wrote this one, but it made perfect sense in my head at the time. Fame A poet smothering in the spotlight of fame. Having sex among the poems of hate and fear. Bitterness and loathing. It’s a lonely place But is it worth it?  ...

Note: This is one of my personal favourites.  I love NYC's Greenwich Village. If I ever win the lottery. I am buying a Brownstone right in the center of the Village. The Village Walking down 8th Street, past the funky shoe store and The Gap, A woman talking to herself stops...