Already Human   I need you to be something you’re not, someone who already is, no instruction manual needed to operate.   Someone who knows what to do, how to act, what it means to be a human, fully formed, ready to love.   When…

Imagine, if you will, a tiny little sparkly fairy If you do, then think of her as I call her, Mary. Mary likes to flit around and settle on my shoulder Lacking that, she’ll often sit on an old, lumpy boulder. Mary and I we…

I have yet to know his name but I know his face I know his slim features and his blue as the ocean eyes his scruff of fuzz he claims is a beard his chiseled face it clings to I know him from the top…

I am what is left of your inner strength Your late hour motivational therapist My name is Margaret, Maggie for short I live on the bridge of your nose I walk up and down, eyes to mouth Searching for ways to keep you going I…

prompt 23 hour 23   Arthur   I don’t remember when he first came to talk to me in mirrors, or when we would play cards or at dinner time when I would beg my mom to set him a place at table so he…

I have an imaginary friend who writes poetry in my head he’s on strike right now so I can’t prove a thing If he wants to play an hour from now I’ll let you know

Fingers rest on another set of keys hours away, Younger years and different way here, Bright overdrive gentle handle with all care, Struggle fault and two inches above water, Nothing needs to actually be fair, Exchange of selfless gestures, A way around such conventions. Refusing…

People are different all the time and I hope you are better than most of them Love them Massage them Pamper them Calm them They are not satisfied and they treat you as footmat Understanding people is a difficult game to master and since I…

I’d love to make love By the light Of my Christmas lamp   In my grandmother’s old bed Passed to me Through generations   My hardly soft fouton Under ages of comforters Covered with cats   In the crisp cool of the night My nakedness…

The hippo snugged beside me snores, And blows billowy bubbles I’ve learned to ignore. Big blasted pink ones that pop when she snuffles, That gum up the linens and goo up the ruffles. And once, even gobbed up the ceiling fan blades, With bubble gum…