Just One Word




Pixelated on the screen

Up the seems

With blurred edges

Constrained veins

Pixelated images

Are the new craze

Recession Fears

Recession fears grow

On the street made of walls

Hopes are dashed

While confidence falls

Yield curves in danger

When the money stops flowing

Held back investments

Only the big ones are knowing

The constrict will hit

Even the weakest of soul

When the big black hole

Comes for all of us

And boundaries

It doesn’t know



We ask

Can people be so


To the world

That is full of beauty

A natural garden

On the edges the dampness of weeds

Twirling around

Somehow we discover

What goes up

And what falls down



Good Night Blog

Goodnight blog

In a new morning

Will bring a new thought tomorrow

I am warning

Set up a new feature of understanding

When all come clamoring

The night will flow

In a moments notice

Michigan Heart

I want to know

But I don’t want to understand

How the smoke

Falls from the land

Where I grew up

On the southern shore

Michigan heart

Felt never more

So the gamblers gamble

And the steel men work

The street are empty

The money gone

From a crook

Where I grew up

I want to know

But I will never understand