The other side

of where you stand …

A doorway

marked with Yin

Revolving

with your entry

Where Yang

— awaits within

(Dreamsleep: October, 2026)

Hell Hath No …

A disenfranchised

woman

is not easy

to ignore

A wave

that builds

but never breaks

— till burying the shore

(Deamsleep: October, 2026)

The Treasure

An hour of time

a dollar of money

The exclusion is mutual

like salt is from honey

Those moments so clear

never bought – ever dear

The treasure of life

— golden goose in the covey

(The New Room: October, 2026)

Blood Legacy

We don’t choose

our fathers

as fate has

its plan

A kindness

to some

but to others

— be damned

(Dreamsleep: October, 2026)

If opinion was money

— we’d all be rich

(The New Room: October, 2026)

Riding

before they walked

War chants

the death of talk

Fury

for those who sought

Staked

— to the ground they fought

(Lame Deer Montana: October, 2026)

The City uncaged

once the innocent

are asleep

Where neon lamps

of judgment

line the alleys with pain

Shadows of regret

dance to the sorrow

of memory

Those not

in their beds

— becoming victims of the night

(Dreamsleep: October, 2026)

So sick

he’d have to get better to die

Each breath

grows more distant and thin

Longevity

a dream that’s now passed him by

The call

— of tomorrow lost deep in the wind

(The New Room: October, 2026)

She loved him enough

to stay and not leave

She loved him enough

no rest or reprieve

She loved him enough

to walk in the sand

She loved him enough

behind the wagon upland

She loved him enough

to leave what she knew

She loved him enough

her regret to eschew

She loved him enough

to bear him his young

She loved him enough

her song left unsung

She loved him enough

to make him a home

She loved him enough

braving hardship alone

She loved him enough

as the years stole her youth

She loved him enough

— always bearing the truth

(Dreamsleep: October, 2026)

I’m not ready

to be old

Time’s number

be damned

Here inside

where I live

There is youth

on command

I’m not ready

to give in

Too much fight

in my bones

That may dull

with the Winter

But whose marrow

— well honed

(Dreamsleep: October, 2026)

Age

our great teacher

The years

are our books

Each page

tells a story

That youth

overlooked

Age

the true master

Whose spirit

reclaims

Those things

once but wishes

In dreams

— to ordain

(The New Room: October, 2026)

Time

a prisoner

in a Bedouin’s dream

Shadows

moving

on the sand

Distance

like bars

that trap you within

The farther you

travel

— the less you command

(Dreamsleep: October, 2026)