Whether I was a child or the sage adult I grew to be, summer always brought summer camp with hikes, dances, competitions, long evenings of songs and secrets daily bus rides with bumps and jolts and everyone piling on then scrambling off ball games with…

  Hot, humid Ohio summer, 1970 something…  a sluggish afternoon rocking on porch glider, melting just a little dark cherries staining our hands red spitting the pits into the yard, seeing how far they go, hoping, next year our own cherry  tree will sprout

In the midst of the flower blooms Finds one wild seed that sewn Among the elegantly planted and pruned Was found one thorny stem had grown Striving on its own To grow amidst it all One cold night a winter wind had blown Leaving all…

This sun is but a star In some distant galaxy’s Sparkle cluttered sky.

Everyone knows In those lawless days, The poets are the first to go.   But I, dear leader, Am a master of disguise I hide in plain sight   Because everyone knows A poet is a predator And can’t help stalking poetic prey   Stealth…

Prompt: “Write about gathering with others. The specifics are up to you.” Unification of the soul, sharing of a story, our hearts are whole, to connect is a glory. A sense of belonging, a soul’s translater, for a longing, to be part of something greater.

My eyes feel like they’re permanently crossed, but I have finished Poem #12!   Telescreen   You barrel towards me, a dump truck loaded with feces. If I refuse   delivery, you step on the accelerator, and the shit comes even faster.   Once, I…

    They beat drums with a purpose A circle welcomes all to come play In the middle free spirits twirl and dance With loose clothes and hippie garlands gay Hands pound out a passionate beat Time to forget the past and live a sound…

I don’t know why I started A part of me changed when you left I wanted something new and also to forget. It wasn’t the smartest option at the time I thought had no other option there was only one way to go all the…

Art galleries filled with an afternoon sun, too shimmery to be seen, too daytime to be appreciated.   I wish, I could paint my insomnia, and fit it into a dark frame where it would die out of the habitat. Like it murdered my sleep,…