We gather together There is no color There is no creed There is just the human seed A place of warmth and safety A place where we are never hasty The food is fresh And we all mesh There are children and mothers Sisters and…

There’s A Gathering   There must be a place; Above or not . . . Where they gather. The ones who left us. Some we say . . . “Too Soon”… And some we say, “had a long life.” Are they here? I’ve seen them…

Impatient – I just want it now But teach myself to wait somehow To wait but not procrastinate It’s a tough row to hoe, you know So let words proliferate And those sounds alliterate Do not even hesitate So you’re never ever late

colored umbrellas and raincoats on rainy day- a whiff of vinyl

Forget me nots Notes Ignorance Love Hate Coming clean Escape Lose  Found Fake  Real

2022 prompt/hour 11: “In memory of Helen”   I walk there, to see her – taking a folding chair I cannot go in  – between covid and cancer treatment it isn’t safe I sit beneath her verandah – she on her own chair, well above…

The ikoro Summoner of the kindred You have called And here we are Gathering, Humans and spirits alike. Here we are at the sacred Grove. You have never summoned us in vain. We are here, men and women, Our ears awake and waiting To hear…

You are too clever You are too dark You are too strong You are too hard   Always the odd one out.   I am so alone I am so desolate I am so stark I am so empty Always the odd one out.  …

back in crowded rooms should feel uncomfortable but with the right people discomfort turns to friendship

You sit there, the sun mounting a late afternoon offensive—you sitting stoically with your place in the rank behind, what seems now to you anyway, to be a dugout, a trench, marking the place where he, the family cornerstone—that’s what you called him—has been laid…