The light is just right. Background of red and beige, Decorated with dark brown dots. Creases ironed in muslin, Crow’s feet If crows had eighteen toes. Alien furrows Separate black caterpillars, Above a drooping but decorated squint. Folds like elephant skin Appear around the…

If the shell of you met the shell of me, I wonder if we would get anywhere, if eye to eye the truth we could still see. Would we walk right on by, without a care; would we feel any connection or stare just long…

How imperfect you seem now. How much work would it be to restore you? All the beauty that surrounds you, why do you remain? I’ll bet it used to be a gorgeous view. Warm and safe, a home for the ones who built it together….

poem#3 truth and discovery we are all just pushing along- struggling to be deliberate and independent, determined to find joy where we can- love in any form; trust more, hate less- hope for satisfaction in what life has to offer; making every effort to be…

I love to take a bath at the beginning of the day. Better than a breakfast in bed of steak and eggs I love to take a bath in the bright sunlight colors bursting bubbles, warm water just right I love to take a bath…

Thanks to my latest hacker, I have a new credit card. This one not only has a chip, of course, but the capacity to make purchases via tapping. Simply tap the card on the terminal. I haven’t had the opportunity to do that yet. I…

why do you ask me like i know. I’m just as scared as you I’m just as small as you I’m just as alone as you/ can you help me find it please

We played on the beach all day, building castles in the sand. We built a mighty kingdom in a majestic faraway land. The prince rescued the princess, and the celebration was grand. The king merrily approved when he knelt and asked for her hand. Then…

The primordial mountain looms over the discarded and desolate cabin Where once warm log fires sultry laughter and good wine dwelt Though the sockets of the hut appear empty they have seen much The walls remember everything and the roof contains these long ago memories…

The weight of the suitcase handle pulls on my fingers like a child whose question repeats in perpetuity– Are we there yet I’ve closed our front door so many times and hadn’t noticed until now that the deep wooden thud was our discordant song spilling…