a dance with grief, solitary steps towards the partner you never wanted to meet. stepping in, bowing out, a bit closer and then dash away to measure, examine, evaluate, and incorpirate this small pain into who you are today. never the whole heartache, only fragments…

The harvest moon was stunning Shining through the torn canopy of our stolen Jeep. We laughed and cried and held each other At the edge of Glory Lake Knowing the panic fear and horror, of the invasion was far behind us.

I hope that it will be The best day of your life. That I prepare the best I can, Though I don’t always get it right. That I will strive to do all I need to do, To shape a better world for you, One…

Mewling wicked soul, echoing from black,white and brown race Puking bad words from their mouth and Stinging on kindred spirit. Denouncing illegal, immoral acts and publicly criticizing skin colors are blameworthy. Proclaiming religious beliefs are a curse,that causes human hostile. Homosexuality, transgenders or bisexual are…

Don’t fake You got late Falling asleep Was a bad take Now you are behind And you will find Your courage and patience Will make you brave!

Spare me the moon above the lake The candlelit picnic The serenades and poetry A panic behind my breastbone make With a scandalous lick The seduction of adultery Spare me the sunrise over the sea The chocolate box The rings and the traditions A fever…

Lucky Day A camping trip deep in the month of June, the two of us came here without a care; under the stars there sang a single loon as my true love released her flowing hair. The need within her eyes outshone the moon it…

I knew i liked her from the start eighth grade glory at the lake … and girls she was tall and lanky, just like me no fat to spare and ribs like the grill of a jeep with two little headlights adjoining her breastbone her…

Snoring loud mouth of crumbly words, In a strange and twisted grammar and jagged phrases of Slime letters, weaved with saliva and drooling in a gelatinous stanza. Poets tossed and turned a Haiku into Tanka, in deep slumbered, Drowned in a free flowing Sonata. In…

Summer morning light Will slip, like the finest yarn, Through the tightest grasp. © Anne McMaster 2016