The Moon is my Mistress. Breastbone in a Panic. The Lake in my Jeep. Canopy of Trees Spare the Glory Of my Torn Panties From Prying Eyes…

Dear Cody, I regret to inform you that despite your best efforts to maintain and nourish your rational thinking capacities, we in the brain department have decided our time here would be better spent exploring the more fluid and chaotic morass of the subconscious, as…

Dear Monster Dear Monster Girl, let nothing hold you back; with hard work, you can realize your dreams. Sometimes the best defense is to attack, and many times you’ll paddle hard upstream. True love’s a mystery (a well known fact). Remember human hearts are not…

Dear Love, I wonder how you got that scar? And why you are so very far. Do you ever think of me, my love? I know I think of you, my knight. You invade my thoughts during the day, And haunt my dreams in the…

Dear me, You are love and you are loved. Always remember this, never let anyone convince you any different. With love from -The Brand New Brave Me. Dear 19 year old anxious me, Let go of trying to control everything, Stop overthinking and worrying yourself…

Oh you want my cooperation Pardon me, I have an obligation To define me and my situation Use my free will and imagination To be unique me, not an imitation So no, you can’t have my dedication

My dearest Mandy,   You’ve come through so much clouded hell. Through darkness, you’ve learned to love In the light, over looking mountains of perceptions. In limited realities.   Footprints on the shore, leaving your imprints Washed away By the sands of time   You…

Dear Laurie It has come to.my attention that you have enjoyed the Poetry Marathon thus far. Congratulations on your strong start.  Your confidence was evident in the early writings.  Unfortunately, you faltered on the Pantoum and your writings have progressively deteriorated from this point. Early…

Dear Anne, I suppose it’s time for my yearly update, there has been very little change, genocide, taking new shape in political discourse, “foreign policy,” “national security,” buzz words feeding bodies to the buzzards, people live in terror, just different communities of people, many breaths…

There is silence… No humming TV. No buzzing phone. No static voices in the background. There is silence… My brain doesn’t speak. My heart doesn’t beat. My ears don’t ring in a disturbing pitch. There is silence… The world sleeps. The moon wanes. The day…