Every day, I ask myself “Are there any questions?” way too many to mention but I will, with intention.   Do I look fat? Should I eat that? What should I wear? Does it make me look thinner?   Should I sleep early? Or stay…

(a poem ending with lines from “The Great Gatsby” by F. Scott Fitzgerald) How I managed the sight of smoke from my mother’s kitchen and not remember that I once lived in a home fire burns everything that has a body, I do not know….

“There was the hum of bees, and the musky odor of pinks filled the air. -The Awakening, Kate Chopin There was the hum of bees, and the musky odor of pinks filled the air. The birds, wilting from the record-breaking heat splashed in the baths,…

  Oh! Canada… We used to sing with ramrod straight backs and serious brows of the glorious crown of her majesty while my friends disappeared in the night.   “All for the glory of God and country…,” we were told.   And yet… the Spirit…

  This was the ancestors’ water Yours and mine They protected it from harm. Flowing clean, unimpeded To the sea, Sometimes it offered up richness For they fished, they drank, they washed In this water Sometimes it gave too much, Overflowed in anger, brought death…

Picture   She holds her arms to her head, fingers poised to click, her maroon dress blowing with the wind as each breath shaking her chest, each time pushing the bridge out of focus, ‘til it’s out of reach.   She wishes she had someone…

Grazing after Matt Rasmussen I know you didn’t choose this place to die / you chose another / but I still imagine the shoulder of your favorite chair / spattered with red. / I cannot help / each time I curl my neck onto the…

———————————- Last lines, and theme, taken from ‘Praise of Folly’ by Erasmus of Rotterdam (1511). Translated with an introduction and notes by Betty Radice (Penguin Books Ltd., London, 1974). ———————————- Folly speaks: I have missed you, mortal souls. Though I have not been away. Five…

Wise sayings cross my wandering mind. One man’s meat is another man’s poison. Every cloud has a silver lining. Where there’s a will, there’s a way.   Rain is a blessing in disguise due to the rainbows that appear afterwards. So, in the darkest hour,…

come join us we leave at dawn the day has been long and i am ready to rest the journey infinite then i open my eyes i feel history its fingers gently massaging my ego a heavy blanket to wrap a soul in the memoies…