Dear Neighbour, Please do stop stealing my paper, it is quite a crime you commit, and I do not appreciate such cheeky wit!   And please do stop feeding, my poor Oscar shredded paper, dear God, I’m pleading, he keeps throwing up on my expensive…

I would like to lie outside all day on a cool, soft green lawn near a beautiful, shady tree under a clear calm crystal~blue sky.   A whispery billowy bluey puff of a cloud would softly skip over me as a squirrel or two chased…

Poem TWENTY-FOUR has been removed and is now posted on chocolate is a verb, 17 August 2016.

The struggle is real loathing dreading anticipating pushing but in the end winning ~ism  

Dear Brother, I’m ok with that. I just thought you should know. I wasn’t at first but then I realized I won’t be the one missing out on this momentous occasion. The only person who falls into that category is you. So if you think…

Deep sobs wrack through me My heart threatening to rip out Angst filled certainty.   Reckless tongues whip me Disintegrating my will No friends. No allies.   How many will desert When you have lost everything Cruel reality.   Back stabbed, betrayal Friends forever broken…

Granny’s Kitchen   We lived out of boxes most of my life moving from house to house to house  – city to city to city – province to province to province. The only anchor, in my young mind, was my Granny’s old house in a…

You’re always missing when I need you most Why do you hide? Is it intentional? You know it hurts right Looking for you has become my hobby Tracking your moves is so very difficult With no cyber connections Life’s intolerable Must you always go MIA…

On the news today: “Be on the lookout for three escape artists from a local amusement park, Storybook Land: The Red Fox, Mama Bear, and Pippi Longstocking. Do not approach. Call your local authorities, they may be dangerous.” You have nothing to fear I know…

A rusty, unmanageable gate welcomed her the second her eyes rest on it   A season of dry and blazing heat of Kedah make those smelly bubbles gallop happily from armpit   A carpet of not-designed-as-dry dying grass became the food of her foot, she strode gently…