Rain melts the twilight sky as cresting waves pound the shoreline. Wind lift me up, let me swim in the Milky Way – its raspberry sweetness on my tongue, as dreams pass this dreamer by. I caress the stars above, kiss the moon with tender lips,…

When I see you now, I look, an observer, free from prejudice, Glean information, see subtle changes No conversation needed And please don’t notice I’ve looked Nothing’s new again Still don’t want you.

If finding change is somehow a sign I welcome every cent For in my mind, the pennies Help to prove you’re near I always seem to find them At my deepest, darkest moments When angst and despair come creeping To make me lose sight of…

I’m a girl who loves boys, tall,dark and intelligently handsome. But my heart isn’t a toy, I’ll beat your face in and then some. I’m single, young and secretly waiting for cupid. But come in with that bullshit, I’m gonna slay you cause: I’m.not.STUPID. I…

  We were here before you were born.   Fewer cobwebs. Someone dusted. Sawdust on the floor. Pot- bellied stove for cold winter nights. Memorabilia, pictures, flags, A Who’s Who and What’s What of Manhattan.   Where Abe Lincoln held Bible Study And I first…

This is something I have struggled with and continue to struggle with, but am slowly coming to terms with. The poem reflects my attempt to add some humor to my situation.   I walk into the sweet shop And see all my old friends Cakes,…

OMG, angst sucks. Like, if angst were a scent, it would totally smell like the fridge when it reminds you of last month’s leftover curry. Or like when you drive by all those sad cows on the I-5 and feel super guilty, so you start…

He kept us together we could talk to him, I’ve needed him now I needed him then. This cruel disease it stole him from me, for so many years strict as can be. The drinking could hurt it caused Mom to cry, but we still…

Colors Colors are all around, From sky to ground. Blue, green, violet or Wine, All have their own shine. Many colors are in life, Still we run for black and white. Present is moving fast, Still we are looking in past. All flew by the…

Can’t be still. Pacing, thinking, crying. Fidgeting with the TV remote. Banging my outdated cellphone in the palm of my hand Hoping to stop the terrible noises it makes. Crepe mrytle bushes stare at me through the window Daring me to enjoy their blooms. Red…