surface wind over the lake no willows to bend over before my apprentice wizard craft… nature can also do magic at Hogwarts

My Miracle is yet to meet my yearning soul Still scanning this Universe with some light years ahead of us He and I are like lost stars in this ocean of constellations The crescent moon is at bay with its beaming glory Unknown ’til now…

Granting wishes Righting wrongs Waving wands Singing songs A fairy’s work is never done Happy thoughts Children fly Boys lost Mothers cry A fairy’s day isn’t all fun Crocodiles tick Pirates fight Darling children Homeward flight A fairy’s world is full of woe Believers clap…

Passing into light From darkened shadows of trees Take your flight, sweet dove   by Karen Sullivan Form: Haiku

I wake up and go to check up on the older female, as I know all too well when she has to be up and walking towards the kitchen, then I can eat. It’s a thing, I don’t eat alone, even when the bowl is…

You open the door with no inkling of what’s to come; Today is the day I end it; We had a fun run, but it’s over, don’t you see? And this is going to be icky; Because you won’t cooperate; Sitting there with your green…

A crack in the sky lets sunlight seep through the logy muck of morning and mourning making this one moment peculiar, enough to reach up and tear open the heart of the orb that sustains us while pulling us under into the distant keening.

You look at me with your young eyes and you do not see me. You see a crippled old man hobbling over a walking frame legs bowed from Polio’s kiss spine curved from Gravity’s cruelty. You watch me manoeuvre that frame from road to path…

my mother- her face ages from cigarettes and smiles middle-life women call them laugh lines in bitter humor on their eleventh anniversary of their twenty-ninth birthday and with age, comes tears a sort of sopping heaviness, leaking out like a dirty mop over the edges of…

I see her in the light She refuses to see herself A beautiful masterpiece Her flaws Become the magnifying Glass To the infinite possibilities Of her being When she looks in the mirror I see that she’s staring Right Back at me Our eyes lock…