ok…here it goes…what ever comes to mind… It will be interesting to see what my brain can find to talk about… it certainly loves to talk, at least to me not so much to others… my brain’s tongue falls over its eye teeth and it…

Leaves and grass Kitchen scraps Sawdust, chicken shit mixed with bio char Old horse manure and peat moss Keep turning it over with my own compost Bags of leaves in the fall Turn it over and over every day It will be ready next year

I don’t recognize anything. Have I been on this road before? Why does it look so different? What the hell is that smell? It isn’t even seventy degrees out. It will be a great trip, if this smell goes away. I hope we get to…

Nine months in her womb didn’t realize how strong she is..   Other than different roles played by her she does multitasking..   She loves like a child you break her she gets up..   There are flaws you have them too so treat her…

Tis the sword of the good Lord That which he hung of his own accord Just something to do because he was bored Radiant glory is his divine reward But then, the sun! Now moon ignored. From the scabbard twas pulled Placed against darkness bejeweled…

A crazy old hairdresser who wrote Did not want to miss her own boat So she juggled her scissors, and guests did not receive fissures while poems appeared to promote!    

Spooky scary creepy, Sleekly crafty wily, Slimy prickly shitty, Clumsy grumpy whiny, Creaky squeaky noisy, Spiky prickly grossly, Nasty naughty vainly, Devilishly messy folly, Life’s negativity!

June evenings I mourn your death with warm tears     daisies and grass on your back as you leave your rendezvous     summer wine last year tasted so much better     beach sand no dog worries about his sandals     summer…

Those who want, say, “we need” Those who have, say, “we bleed” Some who are desperate plead “we need” Yet those in power confess their greed.   “We need food!” They hear the chorus cry. “We need medicine” They watch them die.   “We need…

Silvery ripples across my hips flowing thickly towards my thighs unnoticed until the sun bronzes my skin but leaves these symbols untouched. I cup my bare breasts, lifting turning this way and that to catch a twinkle. Faintly, twins of the lower branches wink in…