Nobody knows What are they? Where did they come from? Will the human race survive? Will the earth herself? How the bloody hell did they just obliterate 7 billion people & countless billion animals, birds, insects in a millisecond? & the hardest one of all,…

The cold creep up, through the skin, into the bones, into the soul. All I could do was to think about you, the warmth, the heat. Wonder what it did, was it warmth or a sharp chill right in the heart. Out bodies were warm,…

i see you inside yourself where i could not see before my shadow self sobs from beyond where i can not help when you need me most

Peace of mind is the scent of petrichor luring you in wanting more it is the aroma of heavenly nature in this moment, there is no love greater after the rain we enjoy fruits of labor this is the song of the true love maker…

Strawberry Moon rising crimson orb of night, large against the starry sky full of herself and unafraid to bedazzle. the sweet red flesh of passion ripened heavy-weight bends stems to the soft June ground, where field mice and voles sink their pointy teeth into each…

Fruit Stripes Impulse buys at the register in 1999 I chose gum for the first time. Fruit stripes— a zebra on the pack and temporary tattoos all under $1. 5 cents went to World Wildlife Fund $100,000 donated Wish more companies cared about causes that…

Roller Derby Spectating I watch sisterhood slam as a star races skates screeching with a toe stop pivot to score. The jammer fast to avoid. Striped helmet, prepared to break away. Flash of colors we pass players point by point the fans cheer. Strength and…

To Take Back the Night Again the clock strikes twelve and like all good Cinderellas it is time to flee the ball. majestic filly’s high stepping gait fades to field mice scurry, gilded carriages, slump to fallow pumpkins. celebration of collective beauty and strength, withers…

pure dew   as mothers perceive   the little one’s toothless mouth when widens with tinted cheeks.     Type: A cherita poem      

content warning: just an introspective monologue to my past self, should be good I Talk A Lot To My Past Self I see so much of you in me. The way I smile. The giddiness of learning something new. I see it in the way…