Oh Miss Low, I know it’s been a while, but I still recall your silly grin Still smell the smokey herbal fragrance of your hair and taste of your freckled skin Still remember that blizzard car ride When we almost crashed and died Still remember…

Prompt for Hour Twelve Transformers in the dark of the moon Hang over Lake Placid Looking to go out in a blaze of glory Jeepers creepers, fleeters floaters Chromium breastbones, buffed grills Spare parts aplenty A canopy of red, no dark in sight A panic room with…

Recipe For— How many spiders can you fit on a pin? The tsunami took the angels out ages ago and now we have them, wasps, coquis and us. There are two spots of light, bright spiders, smaller than dust on the tomato plant grown from…

It’s odd because, you see I’ve always kept my heart to me. I knew my body, heart and mind And handled love, cruel and kind With empathetic respect So no one would suspect That even the closest of affairs Ended and I didn’t care. Love…

Barricuda cruising on the street Radio blaring Motown beat Streetlights flashing got the speed She’s beside me smoking weed Dancing wiggly on the bucket Slow down baby I say fuck it Wheeling hungry asphalt road Sipping whiskey taste the toad Back seat spanky mutual fun…

A medical scare, Emotional disconnection From myself From my life From the goals I set for longevity, Uncomfortable discussions exchanged with my doctor. I didn’t want to believe it, I had to hear the truth. Choices, I had none. It was either live or die….

There’s no valid explanation for her moniker. Perhaps the disaster of her male dress when high collars and long skirts were called for. Or her trek west atop horse, fearless where others were not. Credibility is called into question when alcohol scents female breath. Besides, we…

First Kiss I floated home on clouds the day we met; that first great kiss changed everything and more. My life was full of “Haven’t done that yet,” (I’d never tasted someone’s tongue before). That first great kiss changed everything and more; you taught me…

I keep the pieces of the angel ball. They are too lovely to discard– hand painted wings and stars and sky (and dried red peppers in a bunch) on egg-shell slivered glass.   Ideas broke my heart . . . be perfect, which you cannot…

To live without fear is ancient, To fear love without a soul is unconscious. To love without hope is lost. To hope and pray means to have courage. To pray and worry is time wasted. To worry about neighbors is a pitiful excuse that never…