poem: The Game
He serves: I’m working late She returns: Sounds good. I think I’ll go out, myself He lobs: Who are you going with? She returns: Why does it matter? He stretches, just manages: You might be in an...
View Articlepoem- warrior woman
Warrior, stands, raised hand answer every question to bring justice to a depraved land. Warrior stands warning of the beast eager to devour. tells how it mauled, and it whines, growls, evades...
View ArticlePoem- creativity
The burn is sizzling Smoke from nostrils, ears. Instead, I’m here; I need to fuel flames, Tend an inferno. Blaze brilliantly, But now I must douse The burn in reality.
View Articlepoem-listening
I hear you in the rain pouring over me cold, drenching. I’m drowning in you. Upside down umbrella beneath a drain spout. See me tap dancing? Oh, I’m singing while you’re pouring turning roads to light...
View Articlepondering- suck it up
I have a smart dog. He’s a miniature poodle, and we’ve been doing trick training since he was a pup. He earned his first trick dog title at 8 months old. Now we’re working on his Trick Dog...
View Articlepoem- snow piles
Narrow views All white perspective Cut down the plow pile Find an eye hole Explore more than your white world.
View ArticlePoem- I love your way of being in the world
Your best feet forward heels tapping vamp it up booting out negativity sole savouring stepping out high kicking. Squeal all together now: “I LOVE your shoes!” . . (for Flummunity) . . . . . . (please...
View ArticlePoem- Summer storm
This air is thick enough to drown in Wading through your words Lightning flashes in the hills like my anxiety after the press conference. Summer storm raging. They announce back to school plans. I’m...
View ArticleCrushed
Beneath the rock slideI lie gasping.So many stones squashingthe life out of me,Covid, isolation, tension,anxiety in others,illness, recent deaths, responsibility, each apebble pileduntil breathing...
View Articlepoem- summer spectre
The mountains are aghostly presence,faint phantomslooming above the lake,wisps over white paint palettetherenot thereWinter hoversover misty memoriesof summer storms.
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