The night is for sleeping Or so I was told But my parents are still up And so is my mind Everything warps past me, Everyone dreams by Because the night is Still for sleeping, But truly it doesn’t matter why.

Parties, scheming, out right creeping None of those things The night is for sleeping Get up early to maximize your day Turn in early Make your stress go away

Soft blanket for cuddling With a fuzzy inside. Stuffed animals to protect from the cold wall. A squishy pillow to rest my head. A nice soft mattress to bring it all together. I grew up on this mattress. It moved up and down. From top…

My mind is full of worries… Will I ever finish? My mind is full of worries!

Momma called it the Movie Star Barn because a man came once and asked to film there. He never did, but Grandad painted it bright red and the doorframes stark white every year after until he died. Then the paint peeled into parchments Brenda and…

    Waking in the morning Speaking me softly Kisses by the winds of exchanges Profound lines leading me to the cloud today Heartwarming blue enveloping clouds Seeing me making me wonders so immensely Bewildered as always Enchanting tales of new hope New desires envelope…

That is why staying up is such painful pleasure. You can be both martyr and rogue at once.

Poem no.21: This Page No boundaries mark this open page. Yet on the broad-horizoned land, Fields, mended hedges, broken walls Mark exactly where I may not go. A page – this page – is open to the sky. Times past, on snowy winter days Three…

Tumbling in dreams Snug in blankets Cozy The glow of the computer I want to close my eyes

She sits waiting for Her prince Charming to show up, Pumpkin coach outside.   At the Diner Lue August 14, 2016