Work to…?

June 9, 2016

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“…yes, I’ll see you too…”


Could it be that we

simply work to pay bills?

Bills past due from this life

and most certainly the former,

and possibly the next.

Future drive-bys done in past-life Cadillacs,

draped in gaudy gold to be flashy.


“I could aim, but I could not fire…”

wails the woman living  in the dashboard radio.


Another morning….

I forgot to buy cream for the coffee,

so black it goes down



Upsetting the stomach, just a bit for a gurgle.

Don’t forget the keys, you always wind up turning around.

“See you in a bit little one”, the familiar encircles,

as if to say, “Yes, yes, I’ll see you too…”


Work for another’s dream,

just to survive and exist in your own.


Do we work just to pay?




June 8, 2016


…a house is not a home.

Four walls, a roof and a chair.

The strength to cut the tree,

the wit to dream up the design,

the patience to live.

Some have lost the keys to their front doors,

others have been foreclosed on.

“That one house on 45th and Jeffries has blue trim,

but the house over here on 33rd, ain’t got none. ”


“Home is where the….”

Clichéd statements woven from wives tales,

designed to sooth and placate the mind.

What is a home, if only just a structure to

eat, piss, shit and sleep in?


Who’s home now?

Knock three times.

Turn around.

Ring bell six times.

Turn around.


Four walls, a roof, a chair.

Watching through windowless walls until

Monday arrives from Friday.

There will be something to do then.

There will be purpose.

Get up off the ground

June 7, 2016


get up…

If you are looking for someone to save you,
the foolish man is most blind.
You must have read that wrong.
You must have misinterpreted the signs.

Seated on gravel,
head bowed low,
hand raised as palms
collecting pity as coins,
to sway time, just a bit more…
five more minutes…
(we just need to get through five more minutes.

Never in a million years,
did he dream of being a child,
of a concrete king-less, jungle…

…the streets…
street life….for a nickel, for a dime, for a fix.

Clothes lain on gravel.
Layers of time caked,
attached to clothing,
attached to skin.

You are sorely mistaken, if it’s help you seek here.
How did you get here, and where are you going?

Lost from the herd.
Left behind, weak and trifling (they thought).
The wolves lie in wait.
They haven’t eaten in some time.

Let them come.


June 6, 2016



how can they explain, if you do not listen….


A few days ago,

the words spilled upon the floor

slipping slowly succinctly though

cracks and crevices while attempting to share their meaning.


Words are useless if you do not listen.

Words are useless if you cannot see.


And while we dance and twirl to the

spells our brothers and sisters spout, through

various modes of communication,

to brag, to impress, to woo…..the words

are always there, begging for the truth to spill…upon the floor.

They say power hides in plain sight… do lies.

Words have power.

Words have grace.


June 5, 2016


Remember, remember,
Forget to grow…

80’s sitcoms and laugh tracks
Real life situational escapes…

Where are you now?
Now, that the poison has settled,
taken hold, set its course, through vein.

Shuffling thoughts, grasping at laugh tracks…

“…good times, scratching and surviving…”

Remember, remember
Forget to grow….

It’s time to let it go….

Whispering Words…

June 3, 2016


wrapped delicately in
woven papers, designed
to entice, excite and query.

Silence is a gift opened less
and less as time passes.
No one listens much anymore.
Distraction comes in the form
of twisted tongues and projective

Whispering words are missed at the most important moments…
moments of secreted and long deserving revelations.

“I love you.”
“I am sorry.”
“I wish….”

Death’s kiss enters the Ball,
draped in a shimmering sliver whisper. She glides across the evening floor without a chaperone or care in the world.

Silence is her gift.
Little to say. Much to teach.

Garlic Mushroom Quinoa

June 2, 2016


I was motivated to create this post because of a work potluck. This is also reason enough to post a recipe.

Quinoa is one of my most favorite dishes to make.  I’ve made so many variations over the years, I’ve lost count, but I always come back to this version-  Earthy and savoury.  Adding a dash of dill gives it a “zing”, for lack of a better term.  Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots, approves so I can’t be too far off. Let’s see how it pans out at work.  Give it a try.  Let me know what you think. 

3 cups slices baby Bella Mushrooms
1 shallot, minced
3 cloves of garlic, minced
1 teaspoon of thyme
3 tblsp of unsalted butter (1 tblsp as needed)
1 cup of quinoa
3 cups of vegetable broth
Salt and pepper to taste
Pinch of dill (optional)

In a large sauce pan sautee mushrooms, shallot, garlic, butter and thyme over medium heat, covered for 10 mins. Uncover, stir and reduce heat to low until ingredients softened. Remove from heat, set aside.

While your sauteeing, prepare 3 cups vegetable broth ( of your choosing ) over medium heat. Bring to slight simmer, stir remove from heat, set aside.

Bring veggie mixture back up to temp over medium heat, and add quinoa carefully stirring. If you need more butter, add one tablespoon.  Continue to stir ingredients carefully over medium heat, making sure to scrap the bottom of the pan as to avoid sticking.  The key is to toast the quinoa, not burn it. You will notice a slight popping and browning. It’s perfectly OK. Once ingredients have been properly mixed, reduce heat to low. Slowly pour in vegetable broth. Be careful, as there may be splash.  Bring heat back to medium and then to boil. Cover reduce heat to low and simmer for 15 mins.

Remove from heat, uncover and add salt and pepper to taste. A pinch of dill is optional for more flavor. Fluff with a fork. Serve warm. Enjoy!