There won’t be any stray dogs for a while. No beaches, no coconut trees, no towels, but it’s the lost dogs I’ll miss the most, all of them Romeos looking for Juliets, Annabelles, Chloës, and Scheherazades. They’re comfortable, candid and unashamed, they’ll show you everything…

August 20 Special day Found out I was expecting Found out I getting my first child Have a special bond Daddy, remember those nights Telling you shut up I didn’t know no better Just a tiny baby Me being young You taught me to love…

The cottage was scary looking and desolate, at the edge of the forest. The drone, also known as “Firefly” by its owner hovered above. Its owner waiting at the treeline, scouting and surveiling the area. The heat unusually, scorchingly oppressive.   “Okay, Firefly”  he hoarsely…

Oh Captain,  My Guide, Our fear like a wave Caught our dear ship,  will we be saved? Is this our end, as the wind beats the stern, Will this be one more mooring we are earn? All our former victories matter not now, Will the…

7th Hour A Season to Stand -Prompt 7 Counsel of the suffering, the winds of change are upon us, Blowing against the climate of discontent and disparity, Adversities growing to heights as tall as the high-minded privileged, And as low as the mucky seed of…

Life is full of losses. Nobody warns you. You learn, one loss at a time. I could lose my eyes, my legs, my mouth, but I’m not as cavalier about it as Cat Stevens. He doesn’t say that what you really lose with each of…

Within the patterns of the night I pull the shawl of soft moonlight about my shoulders and take my place to dance the barefoot steps of grace. My feet are sure enough to hold me through the years of growing old, my hands are able…

In the night, the lake is a bottomless mirror, a celebration with fireworks and beer. A ride in the back of a friend’s jeep, bumping along a potholed logging road at a high speed. Stoned on weed, a sore spot on my breastbone had me…

I have no idea about what to write. My body doesn’t function properly at night. My eyes feel heavy and tired And if this is how my brain works, I think it should be fired.   I could just curl up and sleep. But then…

Midnight. Grief dancing. Loss makes me live with impossible longing for your return. Once I saw light in the doorway of your old room and for two seconds you were home again.   —–after listening to Moonshadow by Cat Stevens