The thirteen-year-old boy would become a Bar Mitzvah in the morning. At Shabbat services on the Friday evening before, he read his Torah portion in well-practiced Hebrew.   The congregation waited patiently – knowingly – to laugh after the Kaddish, as they anticipated the soon-to-be-man…

12 Noon. Poem 10. What is Love? Love is a list poem. Love is my children and grandchildren, my Lucy Watusi Kitty, all the bills paid, and a little left over. Love is gratitude  and meditating cross legged on my big, old, soft bed. Love…

Finger intertwined, arms outstretch gossamer sleeves and golden hooded gowns you rise above the plains, the meadow then dip below and kiss the beau who wakes the bride to watch your glorious radiance alight the morning sky Minutes pass as your reach higher more radiant…

Sack falls in the tank, Rachnoc’s tentacles moving, Cast into the light.

my pen dances to the rhythms of grief like a mighty cow trampling the field for green food. I hold its tip_ each drop of ink is a dedication to the unfading scars hung on my flesh. just then, a lassie walks majestically into my…

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The 2023 Texas Drought  Crunchy grass and muggy air Another drought filled night No hint of rain found anywhere On this September night It’s been this way, all summer heat Without any relief The forecast promising deceit Just adding to our grief The plants are…

Love is a wonderful thing to be in It is growth, change and so many things. It’s an experience we all deserve to be in. ~Rebeli

Hour Nine Dansa form Think Twice before you burn the bridge or one must learn to swim in a stalemate none can win unless the slights one acknowledge for a new start to begin before you burn the bridge. Think Twice before you burn the…

What is Love? Is it always what we imagine it would be? Is it even what we hope it should be? Can it be a million different things? Can it be so diverse that two people can never agree? Is it always going to be…