Walgreen’s Peak   You’re alone. Preparation is key. Training and mental practice are of utmost importance. Check equipment. Pack gear, alcohol pads, wipes, masks. Travel light, avoid accidental contamination. Picture the placement of necessary items. Touch only those you’ll take. Foot and hand placement are…

My husband and I are new to a small town. People are talking. I watch the world pass me by through the window. I’m afraid to walk alone yet I can’t stay inside forever. I would rather hide. I decide to try to wave. I…

Hour 3: Aikido: a series of haiku for The Art of Peace   Aikido spirit, the art of peace in chaos for a world gone mad   Drawing up from earth energy winds the body taking out the slack   Hold the sword, extend from…

alarmed robins scold each time I venture outside fledglings on the ground

The voices once quiet, The ones unheard, ignored, Even silenced at times. They get louder. They echo In chambers we built To contain them. But the cycle never ends. The voices get louder. The faces get seen. No longer veiled by The darkness we impose….

The sky darkened and the cool breezes regaled Trapped outside, she felt the urgency to hurry home but she also reveled in the beauty of nature What was a person to do Lightning began flashing around her as thunder inched closer Still, she stood, camera…

I don’t want to be the grownup ~   In the beginning was the child. She had to be a grownup even then. Count the other children. Make certain none were left behind, like the luggage. She grew. She aged. Always the grownup. The older…

One day folds into the next and I am disoriented by so much time, so little time At night, my dreams are haunted by face masks, germs and nasal swabs. What time is it now? Sometimes I think how much I will age before my…

trying to find peace is like, trying to find blue ketchup, at walmart when all that is in stock, is mustard and organic mayo when, you clearly remember seeing it on the shelves, when you were younger and carefree.

What On Earth Is A Bop 1/2 marathon poem #3 What on earth is a bop I don’t know what to write I wish these prompts would stop I think I’m writing shite What on earth is a bop I don’t know what to write…