A hook on a line A quiet understanding This is how we bond?

On a calm, clear, crystal lake I sit waiting. It’s quiet. I wait for that one bit. That one tug. That one burst of adrenaline that gets you going. Reel it in, reel it in! Tugging, yanking, holding on for dear life! Here it comes! The…

Hate. Such a vile word. The feelings it derives are guttural. As if I’ve contracted food poisoning. I hate Peaches. Those Fuzzy. Devilish fruits. Hanging Ever so innocently from their trees. Do not believe them. They are liars. Their colours welcoming. Yet their Innards strike a…

The shaking fingers thread a hook through wiggling worms casting out for me.

Still my beating heart. It’s just the demons stirring Soon they’ll go to sleep And in the dreams you’ll be. Neverland is far away But wonderland is just next door. With the crazy cat we’ll soon meet And directed to the tea we’ll be. The…

The heart beats in a fish as it does in humans. The muscle that lets us toss the line also keeps the fish alive. The river has a pulse, but no heart. The fish doesn’t mind. Neither do we. The goal is to work with the pulse…

In the sea of Facebook posts There is always bait For an empty compliment

Full “super” moon illuminated my walk to the beach Mid-August night Is a gentle reminder of summer’s end. People on porches, shadowed by candles, talk, banter, guffaw, whisper, share libations and points of view… “Israel and Palestine…” “When I was in Ireland..” “Remember the time…”…

You were my shield You were my story teller You were my friend You were my disciplinary You were my sun You were my moon You were my wind You were my rain You never left me You no longer around me But you planted…