My Poetry and Prose Blogology
Summer Hands
“We sprinkle summer dust in our palms
then sleep in its reveries of enchantment
waking to the blessings of a pristine adventure…”
Sands or Stars
“My paths are branched, the more I walk
the more they multiply, like weeds…”
Some Dreams Die
“social media is a slithering prospector
unearthing gilded treasures in dreams
to market you and your precious hopes…”
Things We Do Not Speak
“Down the unlit alleyway
I have recklessly meandered for years
locked within a maze of my own making…”
The Digital Drain
“While effective in small unremitting measures, social media can quickly spread its hellish wreak into selfish indulgence, clothed in unbridled egocentric shadows of xenophobia, racism, misogyny, and narcissism. And after a daub of digital numbing—you will never seem to have enough virtual friends and followers.”