This egg was a shell cast under a spell no route, no stout, no bell merely an inanimate object in an embryo waiting for life and moving to and fro   How many embryos do you notice and not see? how many inanimate objects do…

Waterbury Road Lilacs in the dooryard blooming since Grammie was a baby, a sprig of a bush planted when her parents got married, first in their families to own their own home, so proud and pleased to see lilacs growing with their family. Those lilacs…

Looking through a window to what was once unknown, Look at me now, From where I was ten years ago. Who could’ve imagine how much I’ve grown, My current blessings are through past seeds that have been sown, So I plant my seeds now for…

I tell a friend that a good poem makes anger rumble  through the soft of my belly and she laughs. Asks why such beauty warrants that response.    When bed and body  were smaller, my home  was always filled of sound. Cacophony had only two…

    Turning pages in life’s tome, I rewind, ten pages back, of the past Inexperience, insults, the thriller unfurled, a few follow like shadows, ever near, some hang-out me, whispers in my ear. Day after today, they are saying, brighter than the past, on…

Life has been full in my fortunate, charmed life. Some hard spots, of course. Balanced, or maybe over-compensated by the favors. A decade ago, unemployed and a bit old to expect another offer. I learned about an opening that would not pay well, but would…

Long white hair now wears blue With friendly agreement A ribbon a bow a band around Blue never worked before now   Brown eyes remain a wee twinkle And crinkles around each one Natural lashes are few Noticed with blackened help   Wardrobe has settled…

Transtemporal Travel under pressure the hard ebony lump of coal transforms into a reflective diamond constant rubbing irritant of gritty sand rolls into the oyster’s pearl submerged beneath clearwater in the ceramic cask bright but bitter dandelion heads crumble into sweet elixer Am I another…

10 years ago… where even was I 10 years ago? Oh.   I remember now   Finally crawling out of my ghost form that I had taken on to keep myself safe and free of any attachments lest I had to flee again   Not…

The Forecast Turbulent seas washing over the shore Day after day, the waves crashing more So much the uncertain, so much the unplanned The currents washed quickly, unable to stand Fall down to your knees, then stand up once more To just lose your footing…