We knew it was love and passion that found us then marching in stride side by side signs high over our heads singing out our yearning for peace   The fire still burns, tinged with lust, trust, and fidelity marching with one sign between us…

I don’t have any specific memories from when I was a child in Hong Kong, just scraps of phrases and old photographs. Scents and flavours, like the chocolate candy filled with strawberry bubbles. I do remember when I ate it for the first time, again….

Firstborn -Haiku By: LuvMiFreely Aquarius sun Strong, his name stands for healer Thank you God for Jayce

Ma would made me sit in my fav chair while she fed me flaked corn has the magic to lift me higher like an elixir till now maybe it is in the taste or paste that accompanies the flakes down always a delight night and…

Humans die, we all do Then it’s time for burial Returning from where We came too A body made of elements Back to elements we go The choice of how Is already made for you Some by fire Burn away sins, Only Ash to remember…

9       The Lady of the House   We wondered watching mother Why she started smoking Wood tipped maple cigars   We wondered watching mother Why she became a wrestling fan Of Haystack Calhoun   We wondered watching mother Why she painted the Master…

My Dearest Superstar, I can see that you are still a crying desert. The sweetest monsoon – and just as powerful loud terrifying and unexpected, pure electricity and chaos as you always have been. You’re an intimidating person to those who don’t see how deeply you nourish others,…

Saturday mornings we piled into the den TeriDebbieBethieJimbo on our blue shag carpet in front of the console tv all with overflowing serving bowls of cereal… Captain Crunch, Trix Pebbles (fruity and cocoa) and my favorite, Freakies. We watched early morning cartoons until the good…

Another ship has just arrived On fierceblown wind and stormbanked tide. The fisher’s wife has fair contrived, With sweetsong voice and sparkling eyes, To carry home its cargo prize. All is well, the cupboard’s full There’s plenty brandy, gold and wool, There’s spices, necklaces and…

Hour 9, Prompt 9   January Tracks   Come January when family’s tire tracks are frozen in the drive And the cookstove pumps its heat through his roughshod shack Wind whistles lonely hollow along the edge of camp And mem’ries come quick on its melody’s…