Isolated from the world outside You and I found a  new universe Where the galaxies shine brightly In the depths of our eyes Where all words are lost As each breath tells a story…

words are nice songs are cool clothes look great maybe a uniform from school but the ultimate expression is what you grow out of your head or, if you can’t grow it, buy online instead freedom is never ending and it usually grows right back…

Muse #4:  The Deer Frannie Z   At the Game Farm, a young deer grabbed hold of my mom’s skirt and worried it with her teeth, thinking my mom some large print-embossed flower.   Forty years later, after she died, two male deer crashed into…

Sleep shattered purple night, dreams slivered upon the floor the frame’s glass reflects the moon’s shimmer. Some reckless chase by old fur baby brothers leads to chaos reigned. They at least have the decency to appear contrite. Embarrassed mostly, that their bulk does not run…

My muse has left the building The music has stopped playing And the brush no longer paints.   I don’t understand why she left, She was just going out for some Froyo and never came back.   I have tried her phone, Instagram, And Facebook….

I am going to miss her smile and the curve of her face. There will be silence where her laugh used to be, nothing to echo around the house but the sullen padding of my footsteps. I’ll miss the warmth in her eyes in the…

Minims and crotchets Of hungry black crows On shorn autumn fields. Rewriting the music of the season As they rise and swoop and fall. (c) Anne McMaster 2016

I was born with a full head of hair and I have worn it long always at 49 and 11/12ths years old my hair is exactly the same as when I was 4 and 11/12ths years old long straggly splittish ends brushed only in the…

Plans I have Time I have Resources I have Ideas I have Support I have But whether or not this crazy dream of mine Will ever come to fruition Only time will tell

My heart sings of Your goodness even in the night though there is no showing of a coming light Though my soul is weary and longs for things desired a hope inside springs forward ignites a tiny fire Even when i stumble as the darkness…