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…

Hey, we need to take the dog for a mani-pedi. He really rocks that purple nail polish. I’m down for that. I’ve really thought about this. We need to create edible candles. I’m down for that. Oh! We need some garlic flavored jelly beans for…

The best place Always comes after The storm Which is not even always true For the sun   Sun is always here But he is unfairly Forgotten All the time When the clock Is ticking You take the light For granted Until you run Into…

Wild, wild… Used to be when it was you and me, Where are you now? Mental breakdown? In some forgotten town? Seem to have an affinity with people with ‘psychological issues’ A term so often misused For creatives, Imaginarium Natives, Why don’t I collect tissues…

She stared at the stone arch for hours after he left. At the field beyond, and the tree. The single tree where he first stole her kiss, Her heart, and her sainthood. The single, innocent tree About to be murdered by her husband. “I shall…

Sleep is elusive, and will probably strike when least expected – or welcome. It’s past ten o’clock at night, and only civil twilight. The red tint still touches the sky. Speakers buzz, unused. Turn them off. Sore arms already, how will I keep this up?…