Words can come out easily, They can be cruel or can be kind. They can fill pages of a story, Or a poem filled with rhyme.   When thoughts are racing through our heads. Words can come out easily. Filters fall away. Words come out…

surrender I thought I knew love when I was younger in the days before life and death wrote my life like a soap opera.   in all those deus ex machina moments I thought I knew love locked in the mysteries of trust or blindness…

The Illness Seven A Viator I’m so sick. It’s strep, of course, I mean, It’s usually strep But it’s day one, and I’m also participating in a marathon of poems today. The poems come harder. I’m so sick, So each line gets stranger With each…

The Knitter’s Lament I followed the directions with the promise of perfection, rows counted and decreased, and counted once again. If I did what was written and if I followed the directions, It was guaranteed. So I did. Or I thought I did. Increasing, decreasing,…

when people are in love they tend to sleep than before or is it just me and my thoughts?   And i’ve seen memes about the hurts when people are in love but I still think it’s my fault.   I guess I’ll never really…

A woman’s tears spill to the ground, her tears spill from the wounds behind her green eyes. They make small balls of brown mud. The woman’s tears are a child’s tears. The woman’s tears become mud balls that grow hard as compact dirt, the insides…

Yoke yellow spheres hold a buttery glow Sun silhouettes stand tall Shy satin stalks break from the breeze Imprinted mud stays motionless, dented and dry Knotted wood sits still, sturdy as an archive now Submersed in memory I sit and swing as my audience of…

I felt as if I was floating I sat and watched the wind pushing itself across the water How can I keep this Feeling from sinking?   No one came for me and yet I felt as if I was floating All alone I watched…

Each year I have yearned to see all the sunflowers as they turned. But try as I might, the sunflowers grew out of sight!   Bowing, bending and blending Growing beyond my tending! Until that momentous day when the wooden swing was made!   Over…

Where sunflower children encircle a swingset, tippy toes point towards the deepest of blue skies. And laughter falls through the air like frolicking leopards, all spotted and sporadic, full of stomach and throat. In this field at the edge of the rolling woods, where sunflower…