She stands on the precipice Unsure, excited Stomach in knots Not knowing where to go   Step back, back in the familiar Step forward, forward into the unknown   Looking back, seeing all that has been all that has been outgrown   Looking forward, seeing…

The Road Not Taken Two ways life invite Two choices always hang about Which road not taken (Haiku, hour 3 @Mejia2019)

I have a wise friend Who says There can  be no winner In a nuclear war Plants, people, animals Flash away in an instant Of incendiery fury And those who served As the trigger for the gun Become victims of their own design. What a…

He bewitches from the screen, A word per drop of caffeine; He reads to her her fortune From an old newspaper in June. The blueness appears to spread For now, it’s on his forehead, Then at once, his nose it shines And from the sky…

Marrying you was the happiest moment of my life That morning I felt so sick Not because I was nervous But, because YOU were marrying ME me This undeserving soul All I could think about that morning was, “I hope She doesn’t change her mind.”…

One step forward Three steps back Little feet darting about Sheer rapture in every step Clapped on the mouth Then clasped in joy Two chubby little hands Flying about in mirthful glee Eyes dancing, face shining A look of awe on the face Excited chatter…

Missing Womanhood i don’t know how you can miss something that you didn’t want how you can miss something that was assigned to you to reinforce the same gender binary that was forced on your ancestors forced on indigenous folx i don’t know how you…

We meet in many places the musty woods beneath swaying mossy boughs a paint-splattered studio apartment downtown your neighbor’s house, perhaps   Chattering and excited like children we greet each other hugs with running starts all beaming eyes and glinting, peevish smiles   There is…

The small brown bear is, as on most days Left lying flat and haphazardly on the bed Inanimate and not even propped up straight To get a good look out the window He is old, and worn The pads on his feet all but gone…

It’s magical intoxication have no control on my mind It has gone crazy It’s the magic of this Wheather I have no control I am going crazy Birds are chirping Flowers and buds Smiling Playful breeze Still cool outside All these signs Telling stop Right…