Quilliging skilk brillig overflow Mazilcutaneous zilch braggadocio Kill julcreptitular mildenexed septacle Finkerton yerf bickled undertow The point is: Destrinex yulps voltenareous hozmeric waqualitarian Brumbling octolegarian ceseretticulate Zusulich necrocontrarian The message remains the same: Fertecotron derceviled ultashed drain Rezewicked ghad yuleterior derriere bevemere toysenet whame Jabberwock…

A nest of chicks,mouths open,ready to be fed a philosophy for life Hidden in worms dug up in the schoolyard Chirping ‘the journey of life may be easy may be hard’ On bright summer morns An out of tune piano cheering them on Towards blind…

Its Mamo’s birthday Sidewalks are fry an egg hot Her children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren are all in the spot Lighter fluid squirts over charcoals like a super soaker Flames dance around the bars of the grill Lemons from the tree in the back yard…

White Plume Who knows from where The white plume flew Making the green undergrowth its home Perhaps a little egret Pampered, lost and lonely Left a trail for its mischievous lover Hour 22 @varenyas

MAMA GAIA’S GOT HER EYES ON YOU   You say God of the Gaps with such derision Like maybe you think you’re talking about high-priced denim or a cardigan for your shoulders but not your arms. Like maybe you think the gaps themselves are at…

They named is Keyhole Rock A formation thousands, maybe millions of years old At certain times of the day, sunlight shines through Revealing an inner chamber But that chamber lasts for but a few moments If you walk inside You are met with Some say…

Adoption Is painful enough without asking the System.

straight up turquoise sky hovering at horizon line baby pink where they kiss- cotton candy and downy white the waters reflect teal-grean island close scalene triangle glued to its reflection, a kite half fuzzy far-off purple half distorted deep green faint ridges in the distance…

In a land far away, Dreamlike fantasies play Looking out of, the majestic castle cave Mountainous waters, Flow, rushing over Creating mystic sounds As the light breaks Her hallowed ground Inside nestled stone,  lies cold      

A glimpse of the other side gives way to full view. An interloper can observe with circular arguments and telescopic focus the secret garden on the other side. (There is always another side.) Nothing left to the imagination. Perhaps they are rabbit holes. Are they…