birds of a feather flock together at least that is what they say and so it is today – all the writers with their paper and pens IPADS and laptops or any other electronic devices they choose to use – they stretch out on chaise…

Time flys:  Reading Facebook posts, waiting for the next prompt Time flys: I can’t retain my thoughts long enough to get them on the page. Time flys: John asks “You wanna go to bed or what?” I fantasize about saying yes to both. Time flys:…

cherry trees in bloom so red… just as the rash in His face… he talks to her and His face becomes more red than the cherries she holds in her hand… under White cherry blossoms His face is pale white and covered by a White…

I feel so young in your presence so old in your absence as if aeons conspire with distance to age me.

The silver lining. All too clearly I recall the day She taught me to look for it – My faux mother. I’d been there for weeks it seemed. Would they never take me home? “I go outside to see Mommy now.” I told her. “What??”…

My dream was to be a lover My dream was to be a queen but before long I was dreaming of being a butterfly Fling freely in the sky Dreams are for living No matter what you have been given, take it as a stepping…

“el amor todo lo puede” his words find their way into her heart a place where she can’t find the will to make them go away “el amor todo lo puede” words she clings to when she has little hope left “love will find a…

Beautiful dreamer perhaps someday you will put away your toys and in your flickering memory reach to find an old tin photograph warm with rich, glowing images ever fading and hold it to your heart and whisper that could have been us…

so many flowers in the clearing of the forest with No fairytales… just cars parked along the way before the old castle in ruins… No crowds of suitors in armour… just a window in a crack in the wall towards a bench of Young lovers……

So there are these chickens We count them Or refrain from it Stopping ourselves Because we shouldn’t There is always the one Trying to cross the road For some philosophical reason everyone wonders about Why the chicken? Why not a cow? Why can’t we just count eggs And…