Leslie

She often says, “I’d rather ask forgiveness than ask permission” and this is how she creates magic from her intentions. Beachside cottages, children, an apartment for the cats, then a labyrinth, a real labyrinth, taking shape in the desert under her direction. At the solstice…

Poem Hour One

Dee Dee she was, never Doris. Rarely mum or grandma. Just Dee – no just about her. Short, but not a risk you would overlook her. Glamorous and strong, fiery and fierce, Right up to the age of 96. Family by blood or not, Once…

Poem1 Aqua

Where will we go from here, We can’t even stand near. To each other, Is it even safe to visit mother? We are told to stay in doors, and safer at home. But it is human nature to want to roam. To be free,  then…

Poem #1

she is (for Ebony) she is legs in air, upside down she is warrior queen, heart and smile she is calm cool voice breathe in, breathe out she is always downward facing dog strong back cobra posed even breaths in lotus pose she is sphinx…

May Ellen Ezekiel

it is not every day one gets to meet a woman like you perhaps, it is the way heavens have blessed me to have known you perhaps, it is your charm and the things you did not do perhaps, your warmth is in what you…

Creepy Crawly Reptile In My House

      “Creepy Crawly Reptile In My House” I panicked and rushed into the room And rushed into the room. When I saw it. Expecting my house to crush it down And the wind to take it away. It was thin, And as skinny…

She Danced

I watched as he broke her heart, Stood her up,  tore her apart. He did it like it was a skillful art. He told her she was his breath and life, he wanted her to be his wife, He threw away those words like a…

Hour 1 Janice

What I remember most about her is The smell of coffee crawling through our house, Like fog, the first thing every morning; this, And the burping percolator, of course.

1. Spell To Name Your Muse

Sweet smoke from the burner, handcrafted incense high. Roses tumble in the air you are rising through, and saints and lost things: keys earrings brilliant ideas close your eyes rearrange your senses follow smoke until her name appears spelled in stars or honey or hummed…