I am spinning, spiraling out of control. Lost in a world of my own making. A prison of my own construction. I pillage and burn all who get too close. Thrown stones, A garden of thorns, Trapped in the throes of pain, not pleasure. I…

For every tomorrow. We had. Together was the most precious moments. Even if those moments. Faded away. Into a dream of yesterday.

Do not go gentle into that goodnight. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. [Why? Huh? That’s what I want to ask. Shit, I’m dying! Don’t tell me to pull back. You moron, I’m a toddler in the doorsill. Don’t tell me to change…

Almost lost, that recipe all pressure cooked at Sunday noon The burner cools for a while for everyone to savor some Write it down; Do not hesitate – My family gathering     by Karen Sullivan Form: Sijo

Stalking, violent, darkness, despair floating, flying across the air wicked men whip the lash as innocence fades into the past   Blood stained roads and marble floors monuments built on war Bleached white bones line the stairs yet two by two we follow in pairs…

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…