She’s got numbers She’s got neighbors She’s got nothing but time on her hands She’s gotta get home quick. She’s gotta get up get right get herself together She’s got lace She’s got lumen She’s got everything in the palm of her hand

If I could tell you about my night, I’d start by saying I was so tired and I went to bed early. The door was cracked from one of the cats pushing it open. And I thought I was awake, staring at the piece of…

Genes formed in a combination, creating you, A time capsule of our ancestors, Your grandmother’s chin, Your mother’s eyes, Curious like your great Poppa, Determined like your great Grammy, Silly like your Auntie, You hold your breath just like your father, grandma and great nana when…

Dear Luis, We didn’t know how serious it was. And it sure was sudden. I wish we knew how serious it was. The way your head swelled up and swallowed you whole. I don’t think your family ever appreciated you. I don’t know if anyone…

Its been a while, like three years since you wen out of this world to the unknown, I’m not sure what that must be like, allways think about you as some unreachable being, you live most plagues from the beginnig of twnty century, and you…

the thrum of impatience and din of greed; clangor of intolerance and tumult of bigotry ring so loudly across our land they drown out the voices – in silence we hear the butterflies thumbs flying, eyes down a steady stream of lies no filter –…

To: Mom From: Me Ref: In Memory   Years had passed, Events had happened, Lives had continued, Far from my native land Without you… Things have changed, Family is growing, 2 Kids and 2 cats, Graduations, Celebrations, Missing dearly, Always in my heart And prayer….

Turbulent yet calming the way the water flows so effortlessly down the stream giving life to all who dwell. Offering peace to those who  share in its view- a true warrior; a beast. So lovely,  serene-  yet if necessary,  bold enough to swallow you whole.

Fire bright at top, Colored waterfall does form, Time takes to the end Leaving still hue spilled about: This small flame is out. 12:00 PM Poem Elizabeth Wingert

A Letter I hope this letter finds you well, If you can be well – or not, where you now are. And where is that? I wish you could say. Or tell me anything really. If I could see you once more, I’d hug you…