It’s very quiet, But it’s not quiet enough. Everyone whispers, at funerals. But no one ever shuts up.   There is a collage near the front, With pictures of you. When you were small, When you were young, And then some from near the end….

Line Vines Up from the deep Lines start to seep Why do they creep At time for sleep? Ignore them not For lines unsought Will be forgot If left to rot I like to rhyme Most any time It’s so easy Swift and breezy But…

Eighteen years In one home felt comfortable… Easy… like a well worn path in the woods. I knew where I was going. Now I feel lost, because I am. My path, my home, has ended. One hand delivered letter from Mr Landlord and here I…

Time Passages The period at the end of the sentence or is it really a question mark? days roll into nights as suns set across rising moons searching for the demarcation I drain the tea cup placed into the once clean sink of vision and…

  I heard when a shark stops swimming it will drown and realized sitting still here in my own life, on this muted, sagging couch, scrolling my phone, the television blaring, I am grasping for air beneath the choices I make. Even happy that I…

Dark, empty, cold; a place for seclusion. Now a single flower, bold, arises in anticipation of new growth to behold  

On the third month of twenty-twenty one We chased time we did chase time We chased time, all of us, to keep you with us But chasing time was not enough. Your time on earth, your time is up We lost you, our base, our…

In my Dreams I Soar- Phoenix-like I rise above, buildings reaching toward, Sky dotted with clouds. Delicate wings flap- Lifting—Propelling—Soaring through space.   Dreamy clouds dance with me as I, Breathe freely— for the first time! Clouds gently pass, Space clears— Openness appears!   I…

She prays in bed as she is wrapped in a blanket late at night waiting for God to lull her to sleep.   My mom prays as she greets dawn, rising to get ready for the day, thanking Him for being alive and to be…

Cozied under covers and dark skies. Heavy eyelids, sluggish eyes. Wrists, weak, fail to hold the weight that slowly tips, tips, tips. Need to know what happens next. Blink them open, yet eyes slide closed. Finally, book lands on nose.