Hour Six A fish out of water scooped out of the expanse with a net of lies and plunged within a crystalline bowl. Flitting to the surface wherein lies the tease of sustenance and breath held in stagnancy. Feeble attempts to avoid the anglerfish and…

There is safety in order And in knowing that if you follow the rules exactly You can make something special Both beautiful and rewarding   Baking is chemistry Each step leading to the next Perfection is possible If you follow each rule to the letter…

Here be dragons On the wild coasts, heather-strewn. On the black rock jagged blades into the tide. On the sea mist sands Here be dragons Amid the skittering creatures of the rainless night. Wound between roots Of mangrove trees, salt crystals on their scales, Here…

A vast expanse extends before me. As far as the eye can see. I watch the clouds glide slowly past me and feel extraordinarily free. I’m undaunted by the unknown, and I lack the wings to fly. I throw my arms wide open, to embrace…

I’ve given it a lot of thought. I’d like to give advice At a lemonade stand like Lucy Van Pelt But it would have to cost more than a nickel.

7 joint custody the sunflowers are watching the empty swing hangs heavy in sultry air it rained last week the sunflowers are watching the sandy path to the swing is undistubed the rain erased her footprints stalks have grown together in the field the sunflowers…

Because I am his, and he is mine, two souls are we, to stand together hand in hand, in perfect step, none more suited for the other.   There are no others for me here, because I am his, and he is mine, we watch…

I’m scared of heights But it’s where all the extras are stored I’ve been living a very small life contained  On this plateau I’ve been told it’s essential  to learn how to bungy jump How to zip wire and how to abseil To see the…

Hair swaying in the not so gentle wind As feet fly up to reach the sky It’s not the creaking of the old swing But your laughter that I hear As I stand across the sunflower field I see the flowers facing Not sun, but…

Curiosity has me as my fingers curl around the soft rounded edge at the end of the world   Pulling myself forward on my belly much like a kid spying on their parents   I look down to the black stars lean further and see…