Tide Pool   My gumboots shift carefully underneath me, avoiding life hidden amongst sand and stone. I lean my head against the cool grey and suddenly the Periwinkle turn skyscraper,  fragile spirals silhouetted against clouds held in needle-pointed certainty. I whisper my secrets to a…

My childhood bedroom was periwinkle there I dreamed instead of living inside a library and being a hermit in a heady cloud of thoughts, shining ideas, and esoteric philosophies    I hear the color that housed me  belonged to the Virgin Mary if anyone, she…

I am looking everywhere for you I have checked my emails, The answers on Jeopardy, The since-abandoned Spirit Halloween, The hotel in which I was yours for the first time, My best friend’s backyard, In between my folded towels. You are nowhere and that’s alarming….

PERPETUAL REPLICATOR              so in choosing a color the eye and I merge seamless            seeming in a secret art of water and witness where the brush is a forest ranger watching the wilds where my…

Garland of clouds woven with a thread and a needle Periwinkles showered from the sky spread all over the earth A scene nothing else can beat for it is only God’s treat!

My mind is full I hear whispers Negative ones I want to give up The path is hard I can’t sleep I only have to switch my perspective I need to love myself more I have been through a lot I have been through worse…

Outlet -Haiku By: LuvMiFreely (Hour 11) Darkness, solitude Four walls that contains my vibes  Here’s where I RELEASE

They call me ash. Actually, I gave myself that name. Who knew the significance? I gave up more than I knew. In the name of “love”. I…wish. It was in the name of “change”. I choose not to blame. What was taken from me? I…

I rise before the sun, leaving the dark rain cloud, my gumboots and forestranger hut behind me. The wheels roll through miles, until l reach the ocean, the beat of wave upon shore, a pile of periwinkle glitter like gold in the light from the…

The witch sat at her table. Her paints organized carefully. She dipped her brush into a palette of sunlight And on the paper traced some tiny buds. She added a bright green pigment That she had snatched, just this morning From the glance of dawn…