The House in the Middle of the Road one (tw for domestic violence) There is a comfort in a porch light How it welcomes us into homes unfamiliar Following the road signs of a new relationship and keeping between the caution lines We process the…

This is how she found us, the past draped about us like a cloak.* Before her discovery, memories crackled like the fire. Our cats swirling around our legs like smoke. My mind is racing. Will we leave together? Or find that there is nothing left…

Solitude for the mother who escapes the constant needs of little ones for a moment, Isolation for the one sick in the hospital longing for a visitor.   Solitude for the businessman taking a week off on a distant island, Isolation for the widow weeping…

A watchful eye hopeful, lingering through the night on grayed hair falling, landing unexpected, invasive Heavy steps in creaking hallways Sagging skin draped from tired eyes The pale rider catches my gait, sees me lurking bitterly in the shadows He stops, observes then carries on…

We drove all night, the car full of sleeping children. Talking quietly to keep each other awake, we yawned and waited for morning.

Waking up to the morning sunrise Hearing the birds greet the new morning. Smelling that brewed coffee to start the day. Waking up to the alarm going off rolling out of bed grabbing the freshly brewed coffee Grateful to be alive Thankful for this brand…

I’m a thief with grief I longed to get relief I’m a beast incarnate Compassionate by nature I’m like a failure with no out-vie But I always vie I’m a phony music with With bonny euphony I’m lost in the phase Driven by the lust…

You were there. I saw you in my dreams. Cold is where the heat was. You are out of reach by the fingertips. A tip of the tongue is where I say your name. You disappeared.

We wear our past like too tight sweaters. We dance at parties, smiling large and bold while our past hangs on our shoulders showing stains and holes cut in tears. I try to leave the house without them but they chase me like crazed liquored…

  Unprompted: “Purpose/Beyond the Mourning” [2023: Hour One]   Tiny hopes and dreams, Unravel at the seams, Giving way to truths that, Beyond the mourning, Will water our growth; And send our souls soaring.