I walk on a winding road Stumbling down on it A lonesome path seldom strolled I start to question it   Sky dyed red Haunted by the light Following in my gait Fright blooming in the night   As I walked the winding road…

Eyewitness The tree never had a chance Or an option The wind and times decay Weakend the limb That sway as we rounded corner Walking away from crackle and crash On King Drive across 75th street from Where a victim with no chance or option…

The boy who gave me cloth oragami hearts and engraved sheet music and silk black roses didn’t last though he put in all the right moves. He was here for the lesson that you should really appreciate what you’ve got while you have it.  …

I have come to learn Fairytales don’t mean a thing To a broken heart

The best time in my life Everyday, eight hours wide All my friends are tiny tots Children who thrive in this spot Happy, babbling, funny babies I sometimes think, a little crazy New eyes and ears, laughter, tears Good to cuddle, tickle ears Boys and…

I watch the numbers flip and fly imagining why they need to know. I show the thinkers how to think through fields and rows of things. I take it apart, and re-assemble so that it means something more than just letters and numbers in fields…

People used to tell me to my face that I am a saint. In truth, I am a teacher. A teacher who learned early on to hide lavendar throughout the classroom to counteract farts and puberty sweat smells. Yes, a teacher who learned early on…

Twenty Roadrunners (Based on the poem “Twenty Froggies” by George Cooper) Twenty roadrunners went to school Where the desert heat is cruel Twenty feather coats so trim Twenty tails so straight and prim “We are responsible,” said they. “Respectful and safe in every way; This…

Our crooked mail was bleeding surreptitiously through its envelope. Upon opening – gingerly – the crusted folds (obviously, the delivery had reinvigorated the wound), we sighed with relief even as the paper therein snarled its intent to drain us of our combined incomes with bold-formatted…

Gotta really focus for awhile now! Hour 4   We are states always and some days I wish farther Most friendships end either explosively or slow And yet I was able to fade quickly  And it’s not really you Nor is it really me But…