Where’s mama?

(This poem / might be triggering / for some people) Where’s mama?She’s workingWhere’s mama?She’s in the bathroomWhere’s mama?She’s cooking dinnerShe’s writingShe’s busyWhere’s mama?Tonight she’s meeting a friend Where’s mama?She’s off on a visit to the doctorWhere’s mama?She’s cleaningIt makes her feel calmerWhere’s mama?She just needs a moment aloneSometimes we feel betterAfter a good cryWhere’s mama?She’ll […]


Before I slipBeneath the surfaceInto the world of dreamsI just want to sayI love youAnd did you rememberTo put out the garbage Photo by Matheus Vinicius on Unsplash


What would our ancestors thinkIf they could see our palatial homesTaps with cold and hot waterThat doesn’t have to be carried in a bucket Would they marvel at the microwaveHeating a TV dinner at the press of a buttonAnd the magic of mobile phonesThat let us talk to loved ones across the globe What would […]

The Load

My day is a backpack Splitting at the seamsStuffed to the brimWith countless tasks and dreams My life tries to struggle onTeetering from the weightI cram more time inside itI’m still somehow always late Set it downLook aroundFeel the ground Birds take flightBecause they travel light Photo by Adam Hornyak on Unsplash

Chicken Swimming

Oh yeah, he said, you justDrop them right in.Excellent exercise, swimming.Good for the joints. The surface of the pondWas still and clearExcept for a singleFeather floating But won’t they drown?He smiled.That’s what I’ve gotThis pole here for,To fish them outAfter a good workout. You see,The tricky part isn’tThe swimming.Those scrawny legsHave a powerful kick. The […]

Insomnia companion, part 6: The Hallway

You find yourselfIn a a long hallwayYou walk and walkThe distant doorFeels like it will neverDraw closer Then suddenly, your handIs on the knobYou turn it and walk through And find yourselfIn another hallwayYou can just see the doorOn the horizon lineYou push forwardWith every bit of energyMaking no progress Until all at onceYou feel […]

Insomnia companion, part 5: The Sponge

You might think That the thingUnderneath your headIs a pillow But maybeIt is a sponge It slowly soaks upThe worriesOf the day Feel Your anxieties trickleDown the backOf your neckOut of the baseOf your skullWhile you stareAt the ceilingIn the watchful darkness Or perhapsEveryday stressesDribble slowlyOut of your earDrip, drip, dripEvery so slowlyWetting your spongepillowAs […]

Purple Lion

A purple lionGuards the gateTo my dreams I bring him hunksOf my raw and ready fleshAnd an ice cream Sandwich just in casePurple lions preferThat sort of thing He gives me a milky grinFlecks of chocolateDangling from his chin  And I slip through the bars Which have somehowBecome elastic and yieldingStretching to accommodateAll of meEven the self-made […]

Bicycle seat

Your father shows meA toddler seatFor his bicycleAnd my breath stops How can I send you bothOut into the worldRiding at speedOn these tiny scraps of metalAmong the menacing hordesOf automotive monsters? I joke that I would like To wrap the two of youIn bubble wrapBut am I joking really? The thing isWrapping someone In bubble wrapIs […]