The Runners (Partner Poem)


Co-written with hastywords


The phantom highways

Stretch before us

High speed, racing towards
A destination we can’t see yetOur feet are weightless,
each step covers miles
and yet we are going nowhere
endlessly running

Weariness threatens us
On our endless destination
Urging each other forward
Holding each other up

We are so real, so poignant
but only paint brushed on canvas
bursting with life and color
an endless moment captured

The earth under our feet
The sky our sunlit canopy
Never a more beautiful picture
Captured, a living symphony

She strokes our surface, lovingly
as she paints our moment, her dream
Her wheelchair creaking softly
as her brush dances
and a tear traces a path
to her smiling lips


Oldies but Goodies: Relevant advice gained from the Nursing Home Experience


I will try to add another everyday or so but to start of with I will post the five I had already written: 

Oldie but Goodie the first: When thinking about committing to a serious relationship, don’t go for looks or physical stuff. Look at personality. Cause honestly, people get real ugly when they get old. I’ve seen enough old people to know. And you also never know when something could happen and you are suddenly in a wheel chair. If the love was strong enough then it will endure, but if it was based on physicality…you can kiss your marriage goodbye.

Oldie but Goodie the second: Golden Rule…Follow it. Especially when it comes to parenting. Parents, treat your kids the way you want them to treat you cause sooner than you think they will be taking care of you. Neglect them and they are likely to not visit you in the nursing home. And there is nothing lonelier than no visitors. Kids, if your parents are/were good to you, visit them in the nursing home. There is nothing lonelier than no visitors.

Oldie but Goodie the third: Smile. Get in the habit of smiling. All the time. Why? Because it’s awesome. Walking through the hallway of the nursing home I try to make sure I smile and say hello to all of the residents that I encounter. Why? Cause it makes their day! You can just see their faces light up and they flash back a smile which sometimes can be full of food or missing teeth but is still beautiful. And you know what else is interesting? I can come to work tired, annoyed, depressed, disappointed, lonely etc…and walk down a hallway and leave feeling up lifted. So start smiling!

Oldie but Goodie the fourth:Secret to Staying Young. Basically I don’t wanna grow old. I realize I can’t really alter the physical phenomenon of aging (plastic surgery makes you look gross and super zen techniques are just too much work) but I have a great deal of control on how I age emotionally and mentally. Now, I am not promoting immaturity. But I do think we could all use some youth in the way we act and think. So learn to laugh. Learn to cry. Learn to do both at the same time. Learn to not take life seriously. After all, life is a game. And the winner is the person that has the most fun. And everyone knows…young people are better at games.

Oldie but Goodie the fifth: The most basic human desire is for relevance. We need to matter, to feel as if there is a purpose for our existence. It’s what fuels everything: ambition, love, hate, random acts of kindness, random acts of terrorism. We are trying to make a mark and finally kill that little voice inside that keeps whispering “No one cares about you”. Don’t wait until you are too old to start looking back on your life and trying to decide if you lived it to the best of our ability. Start now!

Ugly Baby


I saw a funny looking child today.

He lay cradled in his mother’s arms,

protruding forehead of no consequence.

He turned to me and smiled,

and I believed in childlike innocence then. 

In the purity of self image and self conception

before the world paints him ugly

and teaches him to hate himself. 

He smiles, and I smile back,

and at that moment he is the most

beautiful thing I have ever seen. 

Flash Fiction: Bus-stop-100 words-Prose


The Bus-Stop Girl is there everyday at 6 on the far left of the time battered bench. Reading, head down, thick brown hair escaping the knitted cap she wore. Everyday I leave my house, 5:45, and jog around the block. I just happen to pass by as she sits down, settling her skirt and opening her book. 57

I slow as I pass and breathe “Hello”. She always hears. She, her delicate fingers capturing her escaped hair, looks up from “A Streetcar named Desire”, green eyes glowing and says “Hello”. We share a smile and I run into the night, waiting for tomorrows smile. 43

How do you want to be remembered?


How do you want to be remembered? Since the beginning of time humans have searched for the secret to immortal life. The fountain of youth, or the various magical potions that are supposed to render the user the user immortal and forever young. Our literature and our religions are based upon this desire. As of now, no conclusive proof has been found to validate any of these claims. However, there have been a few people who have discovered the secret to immortality. Not only do they live forever, but they are stuck in the very best moments of their lives.


Before we begin, I ask again. How would you like to be remembered? Do you want to be Alexander the Great, who lived so long ago that the earth has ground his bones to dust but he still lives and breathes life in our history books and modern culture? Or would you want to be remembered as a Hitler, who has been long dead but still reaches out and squeezes life out of people hearts even now. Or would you rather be the unknown anonymous member of the 7 billion plus inhabitants of the world, your death mourned by a few and your life accomplishments vanishing into the oblivion of forgetfulness?


Most of you are thinking, I can’t be one of the world shaker/movers who have changed the course of the world as we know it and have been immortalized it as a result. You’re saying I can’t make a difference.  In your head you’re already coming up with excuses and reasons why you can’t. I’m not smart enough, I am not rich enough, and I am not talented enough. There are a hundred and ten reasons why you can’t be one of these men and women who altered the world. The real reason however, the one thing that separates them from you if you are afraid. You are afraid to reach down into your psyche and see the unlimited potential there. Each human being was put on earth for a purpose and each human being is powerful beyond measure. But we are afraid, we are scared to tap into this unfathomable power and become who we are meant to be. I know. I know because I am like you. I have unlimited potential. I was put on earth, just like you, to change it. To grasp it and make it mine. But I am afraid. We are afraid.


But let me ask you again. How do you want to be remembered? Do you want to live a quiet anonymous life of following rules and never reaching beyond your comfort zone or do you want to become who you are meant to be? We are not all going to be Alexander the Great, men like that are molded by their life experiences into formidable forces. Without the oppression in India, would Gandhi have become Gandhi? Who can tell? But because it happened he was able to reach inside himself, scared as we are now, grasp the power within him and march forward. As a result he now lives forever, immortalized in the hearts of the ones who loved him.


Now how does someone like me become immortal? We can’t all appear in the history books or else our libraries will overflow. However, that doesn’t mean we can not be remembered after we pass. All it takes to be immortalized is to make difference in the life of one person. It may not be much, a simple smile may be all it takes for you to be stamped into the heart of that person and immortalized. It could simply be that shoulder to cry on presented at the right time. It could be that day when you don’t think and run into a busy road to save someone’s child. It could the time as you march in a foreign land with steel abominations in your hands and instead of shooting and ending that young life you remember that they too are human. It could be big, small or anywhere in between.


I ask for one last time: How do you want to be remembered? When you die will you have left footsteps in the sands of time or is all trace of your existence blown in the winds with your ashes? I don’t know how you want to be remembered. But I know one thing. I am tired of being afraid. I am tired of not having a voice in my life and being swept in the current of society. I am an individual and I am precious and I can make a difference. I know how I want to be remembered. I invite you to join me as I shed this skin of weakness and fear and step forth into the light, changing the world, one smile at a time.