Strange heat. Firefly light. I forego my mask and head into the night I’m fighting a lethargy like none I have known. I walk out past the treeline to stargaze alone. Will celestial wonders bring me back from the brink. I sip from my bottle…

She opened the bottle to let herself go A flickering light began to glow The firefly took off into the sky Zooming through the air up high She gazed into the distance The treeline rose to prominence The world was now below her wings Yet…

In a dreamy land Deep in the woods Small, Dark cottage Strange and funky Was the abode of a spirited, crazy old dame As weird as she was, Gobbled up crispy hot porridge, Each day dressed up like no other And Danced her way to…

It was her vent, a fresh air to play out with neighbouring kids, sharing all games,  hide- and- seek,  all deeds. She was the best to hide in unknown places, she was happy with her female friend who followed her traces. The pledge for friendship…

Mount Olive, Part II Now that Covid has hit, the sign has changed. No longer hiring sales professionals. In need of groundskeepers. To rake the grass, to dig the holes, to lay the bodies down. To hold the hearts of families and people forgotten, plastic…

Falling backwards submerged I see the glittering High off of a mouth that doesn’t need to break this Resonate in weightlessness drift against me solid Fingertips just barely almost nothing and for once We can be silence lashes beaded inky You don’t even have to…

Catching fireflies, the heat, found a strange little cottage, The smell through the window of nice hot porridge. Fresh pie on the sill, flowers in a blue bottle, I zoomed through a gate in the fence made of wattle. Lethargic after my pilfered snack, Someone…

      Hello Love. How we met is strange Daring I was, I bet It was love at first sight For me, and you felt the heat You warmed into me Sparked a fire within Like a Firefly at midnight You made beauty within…

Strange, how things can come about so unexpectedly; Strange, how friendships can develop so naturally When masks are accepted to be worn and removed so frequently When the heat of one’s heart and mind can move so fluidly. It was like that, when fireflies were…

Downstairs Bedroom on the second floor, laundry in the basement, two flights of stairs carting baskets of dirty laundry down to sort and stuff in the washer, detergent, softener, check the timer and back upstairs. First floor kitchen, dining room, living room and a bathroom…