POEM 19 The beach where they stand is not holy ground but it’s close enough. Orange sand matches these great rock gods by the sea. Water is  powerful yet it has not worn them down in a million years They control the clouds twirling over…

Night snakes into itself and we sleep in its coil. Folds of moon clouds cocoon the sky. Our dreams are silky strains that roll in tides.

Leisure walking is a pastime. It pleasures me. Clears my mind. Frees my spirit. Lets me roam free without hinderance. Hate encumbrances.  Not on talking terms with copywriting. Talk on national radio. Write syndicated column for decades. Like indoors like outdoors. Do not mix the…

Imperfections are noticeable first Beauty isn’t a requirement it was a temporary perk one now discounted as looks invade fragility everything is magnified here I have always struggled with my body even then I saw myself bigger than I was breast and feet size made…

If it were me I would be; The northwest side of a house. Where I could shade From the intensity of a noonday south And the guard myself from the overly dogmatic eastern past.   If it were me I would be: a tree on…

She walks alone the cliff so high Waiting and watching the glowing sky Footprints below along the shore The waves crashing hungry for more Where the sea and the sky meet The sun begins to take it’s seat If not today maybe tomorrow Or will…

Sleeping on the climbers, Seems to be happier. But,it cannot be fair. I thought it for a dozen times, But,it vain. Thousands of lichens around it. It has given a beautiful shape. And,the sweet smells of The colorful flowers. The rise of the snow Falls…

To write a self portrait I have to step back And take a long good look at myself. I turn to the mirror, eyes, ears, nose, check. Two hands, two legs, a torso, quite a normal (albeit short) human specimen. Unruly hair, Glasses that balance…

Free-write You perfected your craft of breaking me. But I mastered the art of putting myself back together.

At 11, I thought I hated my hair. All frizz and fluff and just too large. My mother told me I wanted sleek. I wanted straight. I wanted what my sister had. Nothing could get me there. She tried braids, but fuzz danced at the…