Moonshadow is a strange song “If I ever lose my hands, I won’t have to work no more.” Is this searching for a bright spot in a tragic loss? If I ever have to give up working, it will sadden me to my core.  …

Moonshadow Guitars. Gentle music. Patterned shirts. Bell bottoms. The girl that was me hovers near as I listen to Moonshadow. “Remember when you wore mini-skirts?” she taunts. She’s right. I’m not that girl now. “If I ever lose my …” croons Moonshadow. The girl that…

They say the virus lives on surfaces. It’s shallow. To make up for the handicap, it plunges into the depths of the lungs, terrorizing cells, skyjacking airways, tearing through tissue and membrane, galloping in the blood, filling every pore, entering the bone. It knows its…

Moments slip by in the blink of an eye, Minutes to hours, then days have gone by. Look up from your screen at the people who are near, time is quite precious, let your feelings be clear. Kindness is needed, treat others with respect, Let’s…

as i read my poems about you i realize.   it wasn’t love, it was a cry for help. that you chose to ignore.   can’t get mad at you, i was the only one that heard myself screaming.        

Beliefs My Monstera Adansonii leaves Have large gaping holes Where light breaks through on the other side. Leaves with windows she said. If you peer through them you can see The soul of the world outside. Sometimes you can see the world Beyond. That’s why…

We dance in the rain, spinning in circles, Our little canvas shoes splashing in the puddles that form along the patio. We balance on the edging stones, laughing as raindrops burst on our upturned faces. Our play dresses change color as they begin to stick…

In the city nature is forced into a corner plants separated two feet apart   man’s organized chaos   plants in pots reaching towards the sun warmth felt through glass   But sometimes sometimes nature breaks through concrete refusing to be tamed

I can see it in the water: Light that shines bright in mine eye; Let if stay for the day Until it sinks bellow the horizon, May it flourish for now. I can see it in the leaves: Never to reach the other side, Amazment as…

They say we’re born, We walk through life, And then we die – alone. Yet I am here, Not on my own, But always followed. Always accompanied By a name I did not choose, By a shadow that does not Portray me well, A reflection…