I think You maybe Dulled my shine. That is to say You were great, Sure, But also the worst. And there was A time I made Quirky poems And since we’ve parted My quirk Has lost its splat. Because I am Writing sad poems And…

We knew life wasn’t fair It was your mantra To explain away anything that You couldn’t explain at all   We supposed you knew What you were doing After all, we’re kids You’re adults   We were dependent On you As you laughed All the…

“Could the Truth be so simple? So terrible?” Tim O’Brien asks, finally, and the answer is a foregone conclusion, no secrets to hide. Did he whisk her away to the lake of the woods or in it? She was his world, he admits. So how…

Sometimes A tomato Gives you ketchup. And it’s ripe, And juicy, And farmers Use it for Sauce I eat On Chicken fingers. And here we are Stupid On a catch up Afternoon.

When your day is weird Eat a slice of pie, He said   But I don’t have any pie, I said   Take look at a book, He said   But all words make me sleepy, I said   Do something worth doing, He said…

A Little Better Finding hope in the small wins, As we strive to be better, do better, Coming together in love and kindness We can make someone smile, Changing their days in ways unknown. You may not change the world, But the world is full…

“After all, tomorrow is another day.” Gone with the Wind, Margaret Mitchell did write. Many readers over the book would delight. Others waited for the story to come to movie screen, Where Clark Gable would appear as a dream. Another day given, choices to be…

Is the unnamed narrator also, inevitably,  An unreliable one? Reader, you only know  the world that she lays out like cards  on the table before you. Who knows what  she hides? Certain ruptures,  Tuesday afternoon traffic jams, the inevitable boredom of 3 or 4 a.m….

THE TRUTH IS STILL OUT THERE       (hour 3 poem) The truth is still out there’: internet shrugs at Pentagon’s UFO findings. – Gabrielle Canon, Guardian UK 6/25/21   The hummingbird feeder hangs from an iron hook. At a great distance its spherical shape seems…

The eyes and faces all turned themselves towards me, and guiding myself by them, as by a magical thread, I stepped into the room.  The room was full of faces reminiscent of the past, each with memories etched into their skin.  Their skin told tales…