Three Secrets, All Firsts I met Daryl McKnight in a shack at the dump on my last day in Greeley. The moving truck was already packed with our home. What does it say that my first kiss was a goodbye kiss? Should I have seen…

  Lightly you strike me With gentile confidence, a casual pause of thought Knowing exactly when to hit me To push you forward Into that next Here. And for a while We have a rhythm, you and me Tap, tap, tap, tap—strike But then, You…

A Tragedy Once upon a time / you and I / wrote a story / within this story / we were happy / truly / happy / pictures on the wall / white picket fence / kids running around / we had it all /…

Hour One   New endings   Weeds, uprooted,  Wilt in the wheelbarrow And I clatter it down  the garden path To the green waste bin I know its fate.   Every day new weeds  With a stubborn will  To survive Every day I yank them…

Do you remember those days Where we would share a coded gaze Filled with secrets only we could understand And others couldn’t comprehend   Do you remember a time When we could read between the lines And know when the other was feeling down Through…

  Beautiful reasons, Wondrous mindsets  Blooming insight Inducting memorials  Marking beginnings  Making territories  All in attempts and impromptu  Fast-paced thoughts Enormous headaches  Unrelating schemes  Piercing schedules  Shedding task  Managing to dos Insomic nights  Weary eyes  Increasing medications  Non-stop caffeine Fizzing sights breaking darkness

The Gift of an Oklahoma Summer Rain   Starts with claps of thunder, cracks of lightening, shock and awe at dawn. Rain in sheets pelts the roof, water blows sideways at walls and windows. Easy to pretend we’re vacationing in Haiti during a brief hurricane….

The gloom and doom, With ink splattered on their face And elbows covered in grease Firelight sparkling behind their eyes A myriad of emotions and colours Peel the blackness tied on their eyes Peel the death and hunger Peel their shredded clothes Bruised and cut…

My parents born in one country, moved to another, for freedom. I grew up between two cultures. In time I moved to yet another, third country, following my husband, starting a family.   I should have felt misplaced, astray, adrift. But a cord tethered, pulled…

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