I searched for happiness I wanted to be free of pain Never wishing to look back But here I am again Anxious Afraid Angry How could I not be? It’s a part of life, yes Then why do I feel It’s not a part of…

I take a sinuous path to your heart, long and brambled, dizzying not knowing where you are only that you are. I kissed you last night in a dream, barely recalled but for your warmth. I wake every day into another dream where we don’t…

Eight a.m. Grey skies, cool breeze just light enough to avoid a “Quiche Lorraine” kind of day The birds are oblivious to such concerns tweeting, twittering, and chirping away as they do The sounds of the creek though muffled by the thicket of green along…

Fifth Hour The Shapes I’m In If you know me, you know the shape I am in. Like a square, I can be one-dimensional, flat and unimpressive – reclusive.I can appear one-faceted, boxed in. Alone and exclusive. My square days don’t define me, But it…

Without my sight I can feel the ground, my feet can’t tell where I am. They don’t know if I am home or somewhere else. My hands can’t tell if the walls are here or there. The smells aren’t familiar or real to me yet,…

A pleasant surprise, Mr. Squishy To see you curled up at my legs Napping away in all your dark glory Fuzzy and squishy, with just a hint of your fang A reminder that to squeeze or not to squeeze, is never the question More like…

Thunder and lightning clash swords up there As healing waters flood from jars onto the grounds below Dry and arid as the living souls Watch the children dancing and babies whispering This can only be magic and a beautiful one

The ceiling fan hums as it stirs the air. The carpet soft to my bare feet, The linoleum cool, where my toes meet. The sunlight brightens the room, Giving hint of the warm day. The cats are snuggled together, Resting from play.

For as beautiful as it is outside On this first full day of Summertime It is amazing how cold my feet are In the cool, damp grass Especially on that one side of the house that gets little sunlight I feel more alive now than…

.   Left it all behind there. All that sand from my shoes.  All shaken off. All that salt from my hair.  From my eyes, too. Nothing stuck as I shouted it all away. Yelled at it, but quietly, you know, inside. Sounded like nothing…