A Love Letter Hope Never Dies in The Gone World. Severance Will Only Hurt a Little, like Taking the Arrow out of the Heart, despite Cravings: Hunger for More. What is Real? The Order of Time – How to Invent Everything, Be Prepared. There, There…

And it was all I could do not to sound The coming years of torment I knew was in bound Cause I knew the sound I’d heard it before In the subtle rows Beyond the fields of forgotten I dwelled there for long too long…

children of blood and bone with too much magic coursing through their veins children with brown skin and murdered parents trying to change a world they were never wanted in

Shivering in my animal print hospital gown, I greet this white-robed agent of pain with a determined frown I ask: What torture gadget are you bringing me now? “Now, now my dear. Dr’s orders, you hear.” Proceeding to stand myriads of needles in my thigh,…

Shattered, Tattered, Worn Enveloped in my soul Demons in every corner of my ‘system’ That’s what they call my personalities All sitting around the meeting table within my mind Chattering, screaming, haunting me Do it they say, get it over with Bathe in our irrational…

Paris in the Fifties Is the last book I bought at the used bookstore. It sings with romance, with champagne, baguette, and brie I will read it in a crinolined Chanel dress And Audrey’s sunglasses, and my feet will not hurt in my high red…

The morning sun rode bright and strong in the bluest sky that was ever seen. The gentle breeze blew through the leaves of summertime in glorious green.   The sweetest tunes of songbirds rang through rolling hills and meadows gay. Rivaled by the melodious sound…

Oliver had his Jennifer; Stephen has his Stefanie. Ollie and Jenny: Steve and Stef.   They met in college As did Steve and I. His parents didn’t approve of Jenny Nor did Steve’s approve of me.   They met in a library; We met in…

I am my daughter’s mother. I still dream. She follows her dreams. I am my daughter’s mother. I read to get lost in other times and places. She reads to understand the psyche.  I am my daughter’s mother. I observe life so that I may…

Our temperate climate has grown balmy, so maybe it’s time we head across the border to Canada, find a place where our children and theirs and theirs and theirs can survive for the next millennia or so. Survival of the fittest or the fastest. What…