This poem is actually about Mopsy, the very first cat in our family, who lived to be a grand old lady of 19 and was named after the rabbits Mopsy, Flopsy, Cottontail and Peter, in Beatrix Potter’s The Tale of Peter Rabbit. 🙂 Strange Sweet…

  Mocking Jay   I am who I am and I can’t feel or show fear. It’s hard, but I must be a model for the others.   They tried to destroy me, but the hunger games never defeated me. On the contrary, I became…

That’s the world I want Alone with only you The only one who sees me The one who knows me true Holding back intruders Who insult my face Sealing closed my heart Now dwelling in your space Shelter now my soul Bring me, make me…

Bedding coiled around my boyfriend’s legs waits for me to smooth it out and conform it to my own twists and dances with sleep Dream State: I’m coming for you.

He played a toy 3-string Banjo in front of Walgreens on 39thSt He’s a soldier from Oklahoma He wouldn’t talk Homeless been there done that a breath away everyday Today he used a battery operated razor to shave his head in the cold To me,…

Second chances none here After 23 hours if the words hit the page the rage stage pays to keep me out of a cage.

There was a way she held her head, cast her eyes across the interior of her hands, then looked to me for help to understand. There use to be a presence upon the mattress beside me, a softly breathing heat that I would listen to…

Wide awake after evening siesta yet gloomy of not being entitled enough sleep to be greeted by a cup full of Tea plucked by finest tea leaves of Kenya gifted by my loved aunt. Tea isn’t a refreshment but a celebration in office and no…

I try to jig to the swallowtail.   I try really hard but it’s just too damn fast.   I’ll dance to the crow instead.

Our chats on long boring days About nothing and everything Me impatient, you ever the story teller Never thought a time would come When I longed for one more story, one more impossible dream It was, it is too much to bear