Poem 7 – War Approaches The staff shone bright white Hooves beat the ground Casting dust to the wind. Wicked screeching, Steel rings out loud, Cries of pain, Iron fills the senses Cold covers the land in a blanket of sorrow…  

Hard rain dives through dark branches. Enveloping darkness surrounds As invisible clouds devour the moon and stars. Waters rush by, Urging everything downhill. Cool, wet diamonds coat the skin. On the warm summer night, The solitude is bliss.

cherry season – her nails more red

I am not boastful or overly proud. I am not big city or high fashion. I am not Dooney & Bourke or Prada. I am not pedicure, manicure, or Brazilian wax. I am not BMW, Mercedes, or Escalade.   I am honest and sufficiently proud….

Don’t mock him, even if He’s funny, he can do things You will never be able to   He laughs to your misfortune He slaps you in the face When you cry for nothing   No it’s not totally that He never was violent Never…

She loved this place Dark damp secluded One entrance one exit no escape The alley behind the blood bank Heavy with intoxicating scents of her favorite hot red human nectar Quiet and cool away from the crowd Away from clipboards and questions and bright lights…

Gathering firewood is one of them.  I don’t wish I knew how to do it.  It shouldn’t be hard to do   but one should shape things just so that there would be something to gather – firewood, fireflies,   or fame, salt-and-pepper sets, sewing…

Plop. Swish. Kxsh. Plop. Swish. Kxsh. Plop. Swish. Kxsh. The water smells of rubber soles. Downstream they know And hide. Plop. Swish. Kxsh. Plop. Swish. Kxsh. Plop. Swish. Kxsh. A strange insect Of feathered wings Lands, then jumps. There it is again! Perhaps a swarm Of…

The atrocity of being shut out feels like the burning wind in my asthma lungs. When I’m playing tag in the third grade and the bully boy asks me if asthma is contagious That’s what it feels like to be shut out That my nature…

A cat will continue to chase a red dot, Even though he can never catch it, Even though it’s not tangible, Just because it brings him joy.