Hour Twelve: The Gathering “Only one rule: Don’t wear black.” After an absence of eight years (despite all of the promises, the excuses, the maybe-about-next -years?) we will gather this time not to reunion (a desperate attempt to relive those younger carefree hopeful days) but…

The juice of a ripe plum rolls down my chin while the citrus scent of geraniums perfume the air Our laugher, like fireworks, paints the sky gold; the fading fingers of the sun tangle our hair A chorus of crickets underscores stories shared over peach…

let the sands of time turning as I relive each moment the day it all began I was only holding your hand on an evening over icecream fears, insecurities and doubts that nagged our paths melted with your touch this day when it all comes…

Dancing or Not Dancing (Poetry Marathon 2022 – Hour 12) We can leave Anytime After we smile And dance The sun and moon Are of no consequence Indoors climbing Towards a destination A place never been Never seen And if they smile We smile back…

I saw you last year on the news; you were the one clothed in blue and gray, you were the one who’s smile seemed faked, you were the one who had a sad eye on a happy face, you were the one who shed unseen…

12 years ago I captured a memory, And in that memory I saw today, writing it into history A large room that would turn into a small room Because my family is just that big A small couch that would turn into a large couch…

They say of many things—statistics, prisoners, friends, the truth—if you torture them enough, they will yield. Not me. I was the first to tell you I loved you, long before you said the same to me— long before you were I sure. Before I was….

It’s in our nature to search for people quite like us Isn’t it? quite naturally or subconsciously We seek them out actively finding our comfort zones Though with an expanding world We’ve expanded our circles Finding similarities Finding differences Adapting, adjusting but still, But we…

a gathering of poets around a drum, the room filled with inspiration, we gather to share our words. the long haul of covid slowly behind us, some still donning masks, we hear the rustle of paper, the shuffle of feet, and a chorus of snapping…

I’m a loner, more comfortable in my own space than with others. I’d rather stay home with a book or movie than go out at night with a group. The pandemic reinforced my introvert ways made me want to stay home even more. It was…