Becoming

Poem 7                                               Becoming Talking Drinking Hanging Riding Laughing Sharing Eating … forming strings …. tying knots … making memories ….. my God!…

Tea

A drink that brings serenity Boiled water steeps the fragrant leaves Chai the spiced and milk emboldened tea Delectable teas all varieties Even eggs can benefit from a bath in tea From flavors of tea bold to light Green are the leaves of vegetal teas…

Leather, High Heels, And Pink Panties…

Grabbing at any thread of faith silouhettes wandering aimlessly Acceptance like a shriveled prayer shawl mirrored soul never meet Beauty of a fractured mind writing poems about you My mask is heavy like a Gladiators snore up to the heavens Awake Jesus, I don’t care…

Poem for My Sunshine (2017)

She makes me smile easily I love the sound of her laugh She loves unconditionally She has a tender heart She is not average She is a superhero Saving my life every day With her kindness and love She is not like us She far…

Tea

    Without the fluids see I get those migraines But I won’t drink plain water I tried and carried a jug for months Always still half full at twilight Way too many migraines Any one of my ten Classrooms has tea stains on the…

Walking dead on a cloudy mountain

I walked through the woods on a foggy mountains with no where to stop. I came across a big bear with hungry cubs in tow, I  begun to slow down and hid behind a humongous rocks. I stopped breathing, so no one could hear me…

Table for Two – Prompt 18

Peckinpah hummed to something on the radio – “Name me somebody who’s not a parasite and I’ll go out and say a prayer for him.” Realizing his guest might not be a Dylan fan, Sam turned the radio off, and looked for his tea cozy….

At the Circus

8/5/17 11:10pm At the Circus Lick the whip that sits coiled on her chest resting above the Lion’s beat. Her poor heart, It rustles like an animal Stretching giant lips over canines. Wincing beneath the leather It’s flecks of saliva The cut-off roar. At the…

Intimate Dinner

Away from the crowd Where it’s quiet, my love Let’s share this moment In candlelight, my love Just me and you at this table for two Shut out the world’s sights and sound Let’s enjoy our love jj2017

Hour 18: Pulling Up the Little Trees

Pulling Up the Little Trees Among the regular lawn weeds The little trees are easy to spot Three to five inch woody stems With an umbrella of familiar-looking leaves When I pull them from the damp soil They release more easily than I expect I…