Wedding rings easily rotate around Old fingers on wrinkled hands Mornings they are knuckle trapped By dusk slip and slide right off   White hairs are found flown about Gathering in corners squared Under quilt with patches mended Growing longer as each day passes  …

When we suffer alone our cries fueled by our own misery are the only balm for out pains and this limits its ability to dissipate to healimg   we bound our moans encapsulating them in silos of consciousness feeding each bounce the energy necessary to…

You never could not be lovely. It’s just your nature. Whether holding up the globe or or ensuring the kids are all right, you’ve always been a force of nature.   That’s why I’ll love you the best I can & deservedly so. It’s a…

Hour Five: A Mystery Poem: Utilizing both text and photograph prompts. She, almost, wished for springtime again. So, she bought flowers and planted them, reminding her of the season. Now that the boughs are bare, they starkly remind of stripping bare. The stripping bare as…

Poem #5 | Meet me in the Grave   Like the sin of humans, One could be right to say, ”it has been caused from the onset!.” Without the knowledge of the “WHOs.” involved.   The Sherif had asked “has anyone entered since he arrived…

In the depths of darkness You vanished, l lost your smile It had serstained me When l was lonely I remember your hair, our dreams Hand written notes under my door Ink stained hands curled together Giggling Vanished Never to return Never forgiven Never found…

It’s our worth to defect the tangle that spangle   A word now and forever it sound so miserable hearing of such note good bye ever   we care to be apart   From now till eternity forever and forever never we make a path…

The grandparents I never met parents of the father I loved secretive though he was about them, him and them Grandma and grandpa died before I came along never even met my mother rarely were spoken of Mentioned only essentially names, dates – never more…

Mode of operation there Yet to be found here Soft cotton and crimson stain Telltale color of wrongdoing, pain Exposed digits peek from inside Right hand clutching something, green Is it paper? What can it mean? On the table Unaware, unseen Sits a key.  …

Right now, we are lost in maze, how do we choose a leader, we’ve chosen many, they only lick their ten fingers the people are the class who pay dare prices; women lose recognition of their dignity: mouth first before beautiful image men die in…