GEORGIA O’KEEFE’S EXTREMELY EDIBLE FLOWERS   “I want a whole garden of the flower that you are,” that was what I wanted to tell you. I don’t remember what I really said, something about Van Gogh or Monet and nearsightedness, if I had to guess….

so many tears rolling down my face wiggly belly gyrating as i lie on the floor after my sister sipping sweetly turned towards me drink straw up her nose surprising us both!

Joy, even in fear and pain infected toe, with pus and stain out a week to heal and drain a glimpse of retirement doing whatever the week will bring.   Happiness, despite one oozing digit is easy when sleep-in days are in it sitting, reading,…

Our plan, born of true heinous, Oh, my canine friends of nourishment deprived. Yet tonight they feast on standing pig, Such pleasant fare to absorb.   Within a tavern’s hospitality, Hogs adore to imbibe, Pre-marinated and duly prepped, Oh, my canine friends of nourishment deprived….

Duality Sadness and joy often inhabit the same moment, a counter balance. I had just finalized my divorce and moved into a home of my own, signing the papers for the house on my daughter’s fifteenth birthday. I could not celebrate her birth, nor mourn…

CW: Brain/head injury   I need to forgive me for what I forget as my brain has been scrambled 12 too many times. Bruising the several pounds of flacid bacon inside my skull was not my plan but here we are. The electric signals don’t…

This Wealth Means Death To some this orange hue is welcome A lovely bloom in spring A confident orange blossom That wealth and happiness does bring But to me this bloom means death The stamen causes allergies As fierce as tiger’s claws The petals poison…

It’s the little things that count. That’s what they say, like a shy smile or a baby’s hug. But what about the big things? They count a lot. When your son says I hate you but you make it through or the job gave you…

this is the language of the universe in patterned rotation determined orbit when we step back and observe the movements predictable consistent reliable the sun comes up again who am I to say that any occurrence can be labeled “good” or “bad” I’m still trying to…

who would have figured / a simple notification chime / would shift my world so