La Casita Corbeil “Welcome Home” bakes cinnamon apples “Thank you” washes and dries the dishes “Excuse me” sands the porch railing “Have a nice day” plants flowers along the stone path “Pardon me” buffs the wood with lemon oil “How are you?” polishes the silver…

A lake sits beside a trailed forest A Jeep comes roaring through Landing on a stump, a tire goes flat Panic ensues as a struggle occurs A fight that finally frees the spare The moon highly risen above the world Before the Jeep roars to…

Los Angelinos are the most spatially distracted population in the continental US. You think this as the museum crowd walks into you. “It is time for stormy weather.” Everyone intones, June gloom, and you wander Melrose for a decent jacket to survive the remaining junket…

“Welcome home honey,” A mothers open arms spreading cigarette allergens around, I hold my breath and bitter resentment, Enter her embrace, the essence of her, covered by a vice that alleviates part of her suffering, who am I to judge? Survivor of violence people left unnoticed, I didn’t…

#PoemNo19 Everyone you meet and greet, or even chat with will pose with this formal greeting ‘’How are you?’’ As it is regarded as an unspoken but practiced social norm which reflects common decency and polite courtesy. To that I will revert back with a…

He does his best to woo her With generous, glittering squares; Presents her with the fiesty rectangles, Sparkling rhomboids, glistening spheres. While she, listening closely, Responds as best she knows; Her soft replies are in colour, Gentle shades and milder tones. Each aches passionately for…

Canary yellow and cherry red straw sun hats fluttering in the wind now.   Vibrant flower pots decorate the veranda, green shoots blooming.   Sunshine falls below white umbrellas snap open roast on the deck chairs.   Indigo kites soar, children explode with delight infectious…

Standing alone looking back while looking ahead. Time doesn’t allow us to live in the past and the present at the same time. We must decide to move on. Learn from the past and teach in the future.

she came with accessories, baubles actually and a blue-striped-green swirly sash. her smile spoke, you don’t know me yet but you should. Yet, I sat silent to the corner, wondering, were those her eyes, or, contacts made to match her skirt. They roamed about, scanning…

Welcome home, kid While you’ve been away I’ve been right here grinding, Building effigies to long forgotten memories you left behind Yeah welcome home kid, The foundation you helped build supports my structure now Supports the sweat and tears, regret and conquered fears, but I…