There is a certain nightly hour when an eerie hush cushions the earth. All becomes dormant, all becomes quiet Except The little sounds thrive and grow and pulse and move and shake and quiver. Close your eyes, turn off all the lights and listen to…

I read her name At fourteen years and I thought she was A fool—crazy.   She stopped the clocks The night her heart Shattered. Wore lace Everyday. Insane.   But now, it makes sense, Why she would want to live Waiting. Wishing. Wondering. I finally…

1AM I’m here with my pen waiting to write waiting for ideas and inspiration. Looking for a word to start writing. Something powerful and pretty. It’s late, or early my brain is tired the gears are still working just slower til the sun rises.  

i just can’t let go of the teeter totters the times when they were out of balance because you left and i flew to the ground because even gravity doesn’t know what to do without you for a moment in time you balance me and…

Eyes closed, lucid with the flirting sound off wind chimes. Climbing our spirit’s lattice, weaving healing from the inside. Wind engaged, teasing, encouraging between the two, a light fandango. Sweet rhythm’s, each one conduit, Brings with each melodious note,  new breath rushing through it. Songs of…

Silent You fancy me mad Because I find Words Too precious to waste on small talk Trapped in my mind Words Live to be written They breathe Walk around Forming mountains Commanding armies Still you fancy me mad ~.%

(s)he wants a lover he wants a friend but h(er) parents do not know what to call h(im) at family dinners at Sunday brunches or on field trip attendance forms all of h(is) friends think that (s)he was so pretty and that (s)he could have…

** Decisions ** As she climbs the hill to the top of the opening of the walk way underneath her feet. She sits. Dangling legs. Heart sinks. Tears rolling down her face. Wondering why. Why he had to leave. He was my best friend. I…

**Goodbye World ** Dark nights. wiping the tears off her face as they touch her jaw. Dreary days. as she picks out an outfit, one to cover her skin. Blind spots. no one notices why she is the way she is. Pain hurts. she aches…

** She’s so clear ** The gently piano keys play. The green fern leaves compliment the glossy blue piano. The wind blows making the leaves dance. Teenagers dance to the beat of the music. The parents with mason jars of alcohol. Camouflage shirts and cowboy…