together they slipped away, running easily down through the wood, where the first primroses were beginning to bloom in the bliss of new love as each season passed, the forest grew with them the primroses, waxed and waned, the trees stood tall and steady and…

  Thus, remembrance; the tiny memories I keep in a box with a heart on the top; protected from forgetfulness. Pictures are all around in my home, memories trapped in time I can revisit. Or of people or cats I can reminisce. Stuffed animals are…

For Hour 4, I used both the text and visual prompts. The first line of this poem comes from the last line of the 1984 English translation (by Michael Henry Heim) of Milan Kundera’s The Unbearable Lightness of Being. The strains of the piano and…

Heavy weight Heavy feels Feels channeled Feels the bar Bar cold and knurling digs Bar clutched, safe in hands Hands now calloused and worn Hands steady, energy calm Calm the storm raging inside Calm the darkness that I hide Hide with a smile and a…

The line,”For I see myself with His grace.” Credit:Thomas Merton For so long I didn’t know who I was or if the Universe even cared Years of folly, mistakes racked up Lost in sin Either searching for I was Or escaping from who I am…

“God bless us, everyone!”     So the master said (as did the Master if you believe in him/it/her/them…) We echo it with the fall of snowflakes.   But we don’t, of course. Bless, I mean. We say that we believe (although our actions don’t…

I look at the boys, asleep, unconscious to be exact, and plead silently with them to tell me the truth.* I was only an hour or so away. Non-existent memory of what brought them here. My prime suspect: their mother, also unconscious, in the next…

~On a line from The Year of Magical Thinking, by Joan Didion   “No eye is on the sparrow but he did tell me that.” Even when the dew was on the grass, he rang with the clear air of morning. The heat of noonday…

“Their memories are long. Their hatred even longer.” James Rollins – “The 6th Extinction” Inside my head, cluttering my past. Plans to destroy my future. Hatred so dark, memories lasting. Unable to escape, unwilling to try. Learning and adapting to ensure my demise. Demons pushing….

The burning Forest -Poem 4   Dear Amazon,   The amazon is on fire – world is on captor The California fires -fire brigade protector Animals of fire -the woman the saviour House and families on fire- victor   Save our trees for paper Plant…