I guess I can be thankful That payphones are rare to come across One less reminder of the child that never got to be a child In photographs it doesn’t look like me My therapist pointed out that I say “it” So far removed from…

Yes I am a believer but in this day and age, it is the hardest thing I remember as a child, I would know your word like the phone numbers that belonged to my parents. Whenever I was in trouble or distraught I had you…

(prompt 23) (a poem for use in Onweald; I need suggestions for a different title, of course 🙂 ) Nigel’s Power By Sandy Lender, attributed to Nigel Taiman   A kind touch on my hand Reminded me of you today Soft words I could barely…

Why is it so difficult to write about you? I cannot seem to be able to decide about you. All I ever seem to do is think of you. I wait all day for a glimpse of you. I wait all night for a caress…

I wanted an imaginary friend. I tried to make or find one. He may be invisible, but I would have it. He never came. Wanting, it turns out, is not enough.  

Blinding sandy dunes A green rattlesnake hisses Aging lion yawns

there’s someone inside my body, who has (on more than one occasion) wept & from me, independently; & from my eyes, his own alien tears. & all this, upon a few events where I had just exited from some vivid dream.

As day breaks I am dreaming of you The sun peeps out in all its beauty Bursting forth in all is glory are The rays that shine so orange Brightens the morning sky Leaving me speechless and I look inside Water sprang up giving a…

(prompt #22 picture of the cave where the anchor resides “today” in Onweald; this poem I’ll need to edit some more (obvs) and use in a fantasy short story that supports a longer novel coming out in 2021) The Anchor of Jawll By Sandy Lender…

Why do you weep so long my love? Is it not day? Have the dark shadows of night Not been banished by the sun And thus bright enough to dry your tears? Why do you weep so long my love? Is this not what you…