Dusty Road / Camino Polvoriento

Feet trod for miles

on dusty roads strewn with


memories, dreams.

In the distance misty light

shrouds cactus covered mesas,

silhouettes, stories

enchant yet haunt.

For it is in the telling

We remember the lies

And know that we are the earth we trod.


Pies pisados por millas

en caminos polvorientos sembrados de


recuerdos, sueños.

En la distancia, brumosa luz

cubre cactus cubiertos mesas

siluetas, historias

encantar aún atormentar.

Porque está en el relato.

recordamos las mentiras

Y saber que somos la tierra que pisamos.


Monday Morning Musings 10

a piece in progress……


She sank into until

Sea stained, claw foot spilled

Mermaid dreamer, charm wooed

Salty wind, flesh cooled

Five thousand nights stolen

With her consent; broken

Shame’s remnants, her penance

Uncertainly she danced

With wily knaves, fish tails

Balanced justice’s scale

Divers to forever

Tattooed heart remembered

Flawed pearl, sands of time

From reverie she climbed

Mythic hopes, deceits drained

Ebb and flow rearranged.



Monday Morning Musings – 8

Out for a walk last week I discovered a place that brought a smile as I remembered….


Wandered upon whimsy

Moss, stones, tumbled chimney

Forgotten garden child

Flower strewn, laughter wild

Unabashed joy rises

Muddy footed, blue eyed

Wind beckoned, dreams chased

Memory’s breath, heart traced.

ls/ July 21 2019




Monday Morning Musings – 6

I am loathe to attribute my limited perspective as fact to circumstances and situations that were mired in half truths and hopeful lies. This week’s poem is titled Fumbled and can be found in Dark Road, now available on Amazon.


Fumbled in our darkness

Fumbled in our dreams

Bitter taste of failing

Try and try again

To be less, more, something in between

Until broken, love diminished, grief

Futility, missteps, angst

We stood no chance

Fumbled in our darkness

Fumbled to be free.