A summer photo – cousins in a chair. Boys with poking elbows, summer faces alight with fierce delight. One can nearly smell the boy funk radiating from the chortling, belching, farting swirl that is the giddiness of planned pranks, campfire smoke woven through their clothes,…

Just one seat for the lady of the evening, chair fit so fairly for a queen in the ladies room dare you to even attempt to sit in it Clothes adorned; so worn, splatters of blood and the human stain. Ashamed because she never left…

How are rooftops like tree tops? There are tiles like leaves, and there are cinderblocks like the branches twisting down. If only rooftops could breathe like trees, could only grow like trees, could only give life like trees.

I don’t know you, I know what you smell like I know your most favorite things at least the ones you have written down for me. But I don’t know a thing about you I could wash my hands in the sink with my fervor…

Thatched umbrellas snapped open. Our village, our home already in pieces, broken. The sky darkening into an ugly shade of grey, Desperate for attention, ranted and raved.   Blotched and boiling with fiery rage, Biting cheeks and knees (as if confining us into a cage)…

I tried to love another But my love failed You made me cry And I Pushed you away. Love is the emotion That I hate to feel most Of all. Alone, nestled in my Thoughts is where I’d Rather be, not With another that Can…

You see me I will rise I have been wronged, I have been spoken about, I have been deceived But I will rise You see me I see me and I can and you can Rise up to a better you to a version of…

Neighbors   Indifferent cardinals Flashing crimson appear Not realizing the Fuss they cause   Jays come with business On their minds Owning branches Screeching orders   Hospitable chickadees Enjoy their reputation Seemingly good-natured Ready for their close-up   Yellow finches commute Invisible highways Tirelessly darting…

No space Condensing More space than I need Too much to feel comfortable It’s narrow The ceiling too low These oddly shaped spaces I can never sleep.

Poem TWO has been removed and now appears on chocolate is a verb, 24 August 2016.