I lost my home I can’t go back Pearl Buck was right to say The land, the land I hear repeatedly. I lost my home I can’t go back the storage unit claims what used to make me cozy in boxes stacked like chains. I…

“The white of the paper Will be incorporated… For the green and yellow patterns.” Says Jane Strother In her book about Drawing with colored pencils Making me wonder Which parts of my Ever evolving flesh Will be incorporated In the patterns About to be etched…

Does it scare you? When you walk in skirts Revealing more than they hide Flapping and Flying Showing dainty lace and ribbon? Does it scare you? When you talk to a stranger His eyes sleek and smooth And tongue silver and smooth Hands smoothing your…

Snow White AF I wonder what choice she would have made if she had a say. Surely that damned apple would top her list of things to set out by the curb for Goodwill. That apple messed her up as bad as an apple bruised…

I gulp fresh air with full breaths Infuse life in lungs   I smell fragrant life of summer the freshly mown lawn, mingled with perfumes of  gardenias, hyacinth jasmine   I run hands through damp earth   I dance between the raindrops Touch life  

Spirit of the Winter Barn (inspired by my painting, SPIRIT OF THE WINTER BARN)   What haunts your vacant rafters these cold mid-winter nights where swallows nested in the heat and cattle lowed in stalls beneath?   I feel a presence living there – a…

I’ll go down With him. I’ll lay. If a man I’m with Doesn’t get Deez poems, I’ll at least Make him Feel This body.   It has A lot To say.

Lightning (Hour 4 – Half Marathon 2021) By David Hirsh However you conclude We will applaud Some will stand Others will stay sitting The sound of your voice Carries across the hall Built for acoustic marvels I, myself, am in awe This is the third…

Time drips across centuries, turning the day bright and bringing a starry night. Life slips into memories.

Plus lines from the book: THE GIFT OF ADULT A.D.D By: Lara Honos-Webb, page 221.   You hide your peaks and valleys from me; Afraid of all the unsightly things I may see. And yet, I only bloom with glee… On your peaks, I see you…