Like warm southern breeze. Inside of my soul. When his love is so sweet. Tender caress on my soul.

It was naptime I jumped around my room until I heard Mom coming up the stairs I dove into bed and properly covered up She entered and stood by the bed silently This makes no sense to me now, but as a kid I had…

For a hurricane of puns, And allusions by the ton, You know there can be just one: Jasper Fforde Jokes about the written word, Are not just for grammar nerds, Who delights in the absurd? Jasper Fforde If by plot-holes you are vexed, Sub-text leaving you…

There is a scratching at the door. Nature is clamoring. There is a foot upon the floor. Morning is stumbling. Toward the rising light.   Stay in bed.       by Karen Sullivan Form: Aubade

Oh the nerd boy’s home is on fire Let’s see the object he will acquire His MacBook? That dire? Does your work there deserve salvation from heavenly choir? Your stories and poems and photos worth swimming in briar? Would you even save you own mother?……

Your flesh Your blood You’re thirsty And cold   I am here To hear Your stuffs Loud and broad   Each time you’re hurt It will heal itself Just To get hurt again A bit later   All that doesn’t matter As long as you…

All the while when staying awake no voices no noises just people doing the same as you are some thing tempts you to complete it with them after coming so far you can’t return you get up and start you are tempted to finish even…

sonia sanchez is sweet, to always hide rainbows in every song.

Daredevil birds ascend cyclone winds, ecstatic in their play. We huddle in houses; make ourselves smaller, and wish ourselves away.

Toilet. 5:25 AM What is it people do at this hour. As nature calls for me. For my body. To do. What bodies natural do. I began to wonder. What do other people do? What are you dreaming? Is it of me?