SB Samantha Bigby Is an annoying child With too many toes And a big snoopy nose   Samantha Bigby Orders every kid around With her loose floppy lips And wiggly blue hips   Samantha Bigby Doesn’t like to share Her orange head just so Making…

I care She passed on this day Thirty-six years ago I will remind no one Only I seem to care   She let go on purpose Testing them forever Perhaps this time will work Only I seem to care   Buried in a silver can…

Dogs like pink Dogs like pink he tells me After sixty-nine hard years With several dogs I never knew this He is young at seven   We hardly know each other Three days will be a short visit I work to join him in play…

Poem 24 Son He is his father’s son I look at him so many times Stealing glances And it always makes me smile He might not always know it but he is his father’s son His walk, his lips, his mannerisms, his tastes But he…

Stuck, trapped, gasping for breath, Slave to a system waiting for death, Alone in this life everyone’s the same, Wasting the years for someone else’s name. Forty hours a week until you drop dead, Destroys the imaginations inside your head, Born a worker bee forever…

Write a poem about someone or something you miss. The fact that you miss this person or thing can be mentioned in the poem or it can be left out.   Grandmother By Patricia Harris   The stories you told Grew imagination. Love came Unconditionally….

Bleary eyed I sit a-typing plagued as every writer before me has been with the writing sitting up when sleep beckons in her ghostly form her sweet smile curves upward and I am reminded of the cool relief of her embrace and how it feels…

“Every peak is a crater. This is the law of volcanoes, making them eternally and visibly female.” – Adrienne Rich   for every emotion to hit its peak it is required to first be a valley a moon’s crater to achieve this we must travel…

“No one who survives to speak new language, has avoided this: the cutting away of an old force that held her rooted to an old ground / the pitch of utter loneliness…” – Adrienne Rich   if i always knew how to say no i…

loud children gather outside the local ice cream shop where you used to get heaping scoops of pink ice cream covered in blankets of rainbow sprinkles this scene is still visible every night till 11pm in the summer but it would seem to me that…