Ninety miles she walked, towards liberty or death with God’s voice in her ear.   Ninety miles she trudged through forest and stream she knew her worth and did not fear.   Ninety miles she led her people, like Moses led the Israelites, from bondage…

The cracks cackle… The canvas with spills of ink Leaves trails of smears… The mind thuds hard To the discordant tunes of hard life… With the burden of living near zilch Life is hard When the financial rhythm wobbles When the ugly rage of hunger…

the windows rattle the thunder crashes rain pours from the sky clouds cover the blue no light shines drops of water strike the pane…

Dear Dad Now that you are dead I thought it time to have a chat That chat You know, the one that ends with you owning up   Dear Dad Your words of apology I dreamt last night or some other week Are refused It’s…

Almost 20 years ago, got my first taste of tear gas Never thought it would be so intoxicating Back then so idealistic, thought the war wouldn’t last Knew it was revolution we were inoculating A few years later got a face full of pepper spray…

They tell you how to look, The necessity to put on make-up, What size you should be, How should you breathe   They tell you what to think, Command you what to speak, Don’t go far away, Just do not seek the reality.   The…

Rueben Dear little man, I 100% know You were holding Your breath Deep under When the dust Blew us all away Keep holding Air in those Big balloon lungs I’m coming To find you Stella

Hour 4  (Epistolary Poem Marathon Prompt: writing a letter/poem to a deceased person) My dear brother Bob: Calling you dear most likely has you giving me a heavenly eye roll…..I would expect nothing less from you my dear, dear brother! Your photo on my desk…

Blinded by your deceptive Neptunium haze you caught my passionate Plutonian gaze and you hypnotize me in the night you silently seized my vulnerable light. Irresistible, you’re sinfully sweet with your honey-suckled laced lips— tasted like orange blossom drips— A most dreamy hallucinogen mixed with…

The sleeping fighter has opened her eyes, finally awakening to her potential. She has screamed alone In silence for too long, and it is now time to speak and let her voice be heard. She picks up her shield of inner peace, cracks and chips…