Inch worms and bean sprouts windowsill curio shelf growing the future  

I will never know everything. Sometimes I’m not sure I know anything. I do know I would wait forever for you. Then when that one ended I would wait around some more. Now here I sit next to you. Why is it so hard to…

Before I met my wife I was as lonely as an empty bookshelf denying the existence of books

We all have a green forest in our life to tree climb You are so beautiful yet so stunning A tall tree to climb just enough to make it to the top. Hurray Nothing to stop this climbing for history You are stronger than you…

Hour 7, Prompt 7 (10th non-selfie phone pic)   Bird Treats (a haiku) green’ry pink orchids flaxen millet plucked from sprays on lychees and kale

CW: Mild potential body horror throughout the poem Untitled   I don’t plan on having arthritic bones to dig up. No anthropologist will be able to answer if my hips belonged to a boy or a girl. Instead, my ribs will grow a tree. A…

Sunshiney days spent outside Unlearning all the rules I made for myself that were Never needed, never wanted Finding myself in freedom Learning to love myself again, knowing I Owe it to myself to be the type of Woman I’ve always dreamed of being, Ever…

What is more lonely than a book on a shelf? Whether read years ago and not opened since, or purchased and forgotten, the pages contain worlds. But those worlds are hidden— unrealized. Days turn to weeks turn to years as the enormity contained in just…

Hour 6 – If Only   I know you miss me you need to know I look over you following you were you go   i hear your prayers too even though you skip mass, You have kept the band going in which I’m very…

Cocooned in coral, long fins glitter and gleam. Cool, sweet oxygen filters, and I breathe deep the dark, fathomless waves above. Lights sweep above, too bright, flashing, and the metal beast descends. Brood-mother tells me they are humans, like us, but land-dwellers. They do not…