The most stressful job is being a parent I long for quiet for a few moments for a space to hold myself Mama, Maaaammmmaaaaa Mama Maaammmaaaaaaaa Mama Maaaaaammmmmaaaa What’s for dinner? Help me I need you it is tough All the time to answer to…

Little people running around, Chasing each other shrieking. Remember being that little, Remember the world revolving around you? Big hopes in their little minds, Imaginations vast but small at the same time. A little universe around each of them, The planets and moons forming halos….

Prompts Hour Fourteen Little did we know, our lives would take this turn. We were told we might never have you. It was an Abraham and Sarah miracle, Well in our 50s!  We laughed— at first. but then your spirit took wings. and like a…

When I kiss your sweet lips The stars begin to fade Bright light sparks and clears the dark fades away Love is my portion It’s a gift that blazes like a fire 🔥 The love portions of my heart Goes running in the park Leaving…

  I was thinking of the rainbow children added to the old earth when the moon shines on them somewhere under the citrus tree, singing of joy. They sing in a way similar to the old earth, when with a broken identity they chose to…

the younger generation Z or X or millennials are coupling without children, begets now terminated at begot we can only imagine our grandchildren now their births and birthdays holiday presents and road trips I’m making a cake for my granddaughter shes’ named after me, you…

Stretchy sunken skeletal feet, grey scratch the carpet where now she lay dripping, drooping fingers down touched the gun without sound it grasped the bullet from deep inside now she wakes not dead live.   – Sandra Johnson, 6/26/21

Laughing mountains, sunset walkers, ocean singers. Chasing firefly memories, birds of the moon, Poets, warriors, philosopher kings. Children of the earth, always at home Wherever their feet may touch. Minds that question, Seek patterns, connect purpose and beauty, Reason and enchantment. Caterpillars in the desert,…

Deserts are remnants of oceans. Bat wings and whale fins Vestiges of the same feet Which tie my shoestrings. Time distorts and warps Leaving no survivors. What ashes of us will remain As the sun releases its final Devastating exhale And sinks into its own…

My boy is four He has a five o’clock shadow at 11 AM I stand him on the sink and we shave together Of course his beard is made of pudding (yes, like father like son) so it comes off easily after a decent soak…