Someone I do not know Wrote me a poem. I do not know her name Or her credentials Or her demeanor But the language she chose From my voice Made me realize That I have one. So today as I focus on my ability To…

Your heart will remain full and unstressed. Your closets, full of stuff – organized perfectly. Your admirers, when you’re a young adult and still underage, will remain at bay. Your brain will not malfunction and you won’t need to manage the process – every day….

We enter the Season of the Squash– you know, the month or two when baskets overflow with bounty, countertops corral the herd before we pass them on to neighbors less endowed.   What to do with this harvest of fleshy protuberances? Slice and saute, stuff…

For me the season I prefer depends upon the sun a gentle calm awakening a nurturing, as one. The seasons of a flower wander through the year but underneath a pattern in geometry, a sphere. Flowers, blooming flowers! Grown from buds too small to see…

LOVE People met by destiny To create their own fantasy My fate conspired me to meet Bring sweet melodies in my beat I submerged and soaked in you With amiable feeling and memory’s crew We created a mark of our love Upon a tree, where…

“Something is a-foul at the downtown waterfront! I tell you, no word of a lie! The geese are lined up in families!” she says. with a sorrowful sigh!   “Geese are lying from shore to shore and, Swans from pier to pier! I wonder if…

In the face of petrol-dollar and stolen riches, the president still dies His hordes of physicians try his death to hide The citizens are in the dark and no one is in the know His kitchen cabinet covers up the cause of his death so…

I am five again, running down the street of candies Every tree with fruity sweets The wafered houses are coated with chocolate The jelly grasses are of myriad colors An old man works ahead with a candy shovel Digging for a treasure of gummy bears…

Serious spoilers for Portal 2. To proceed, click the stalemate resolution button…

Gifts sparkle, shake, and rattle. They have ribbons and colorful wrappings. Then when opened, a surprise that makes us happy.   COVID-19 is a surprise. It is round with flower-like petals and triangular protrusions Though it doesn’t make us happy.   I remember the polio…