When you chose your path and I chose to stand with you We knew the day would come, when we would part You are leaving, to protect our country And I am here, waiting for your return I cannot talk to you, when I wish…

Her First   Oscar’s face tells He knows me My fifth grandchild Claims to have been here before   Blue still lingers in his eyes Three months he begins To play tricks on us all Sleeping through the night   They worry if he is…

Our small house had never been so clean as when you came to stay. Espresso stained bar table gleaming, on display, a testament to your domestic talents. Three friends collected like flowers every evening, bundled around that table for supper (your word). Hardwood swept every…

Bedtime Story   When there are more leaves than people Bluebirds and cardinals suffer few fools Doves’ anniversary under peeling birch Crows demand brunch without humor Knowing what transpires   The long willow sways, the maple flutters Blue spruce needles burst at fingertips Squirrels hustle,…

Clinging to my crazy Yearnings Creating, labelling Refusing to Let go What do you do? When you don’t know You don’t know At all. This urge to Belong So powerful This urge For belonging Hypnotised Alone, and not lonely What if one doesn’t join the…

Nameless wonders speak volumes in my unwritten heart. Called to taste the moment their beauty can be shared and forever trembling behind my unspoken hand. Come forth wordless desire eternally escaping my call for definition. If not by words then find sound and understanding in…

such average silhouettes living in the light of their honeymoon doused with kisses and expectations, a clever guise for kerosene. they paint phase by phase a map of forever, not realizing that the amber shade of their moon will fade. Every full and every crescent…

Even if we give our lives For them and the ones they care about Even if we bleed out drop by drop On the cold ground and still reach out We won’t be hailed as heroes Just as people who did as taught Fighting a…

A hen has a calendar. On it, is a list of the days she will lay an egg. This is the reason she lives for. Each Nebula of Yolk is a star. A star for every day marked on her calendar. Oh, there’s the crow…

No you don’t need that!   But I…   Trust me!   But what if…?   I have known you beforeg you even had desires!   This is…   Now shhh..for a while and listen to me, I am your thy, your thou, I am…