Through the window of wilted dreams,  I have often jumped in poetic streams Out my father’s house and into his bookshelf A little elf, outgrowing  The tiny window  Its light still seeps in,  But doesn’t shine on all of me ‘Consider yourself free’ Every…

on my first birthday my father gifted me a hand mirror my mother kept it in my nursery and as I grew, it grew with me at five, it was hung on the wall across from my bed I saw my face as I slept…

They say each human has 6 to 7 million cones in their eyes helps to discern colors. But the difference of a million seems tremendous So, what if everything that we see and claim as truth is not?

A Hundred Years From Now A hundred years from now I will be burried in a forest or scattered in the sea under a name I will have chosen and that knowledge makes leaving this world a little more okay.

I pick up my satchel And run my fingers over the sunflower patch That mother sewed on. Headed for peace and wonder, I hit the pavement to search for my own space. Under the Oak tree Buried in a hardback Pretending to be in the…

A window to the soul. Home is where happiness abides. Inside you can see family. Gathered, sharing time and stories. Laughter, smiles, and good times. A window, a view port into the contents inside.

  Window to the world out of reach Captive to my limits I only can stare Wondering why I breathe stale air I imagine walking on wispy clouds Stopping to steal a leprechaun’s gold And ride a rainbow down to a fantastic place Filled with…

She looked up from her knitting at her daughter across the room, sprawled on the carpet reading a hardback copy of “The Nail in the Oak Tree.”   She took a sip from her wine glass on the table next to her and popped a…

WORDS OF LIFE   Sunflower, Sunflower in the yard; Why is poetry so friggin’ hard. Your beauty is inspiring . . . My thoughts perspiring . . . The sun itself has me charred!   Knitting is not something I do… It’s a gift given…

A warm breezy summer day, but we’re stuck inside Finishing up something or the other at work Sitting in our home office, getting antsier by the hour At 3pm we exchange a glance Should we? Should we not? I nibble on my nail, he says…