Every time I write down something I wonder who will come to know of it Will this tattered composition book land in the Library of Congress? Or will it see its end in the garbage heap behind my apartment building? Will my thoughts and creations…

With the tantrums she threw, Why really, nobody knew. When all that she had, She was about to lose. But every single time, Love came to her Rescue. With all that she knew, She never really grew. With all that she said, Darkness was all…

in the beginning the centre is forever forever begins in the centre where love makes us all in the likeness of itself   love wept for gratitude so that water filled spaces love could not reach.   the heartbeat followed: resonance of drum beats in…

Dandelion Some see a wish, some see a weed. Me? I see tiny white arms, reaching out for us as they blow by.     (This is the photo provided in the prompt that I chose to write about. A shadorma is a six line…

Mine is a noble quest I go withour fear I know that every test Just means that I’m near I go withour fear Through the treasures and traps I shan’t turn off here My way’s marked on my maps I know that every test Firms…

“Alexander build a bridge to Tyre, I can’t walk a straight line ‘cross the street. How am I supposed to be my own empire of one when I’m not good enough for wander meat?” I think things like this when others opine that maybe I…

remembered to the land The day I read: “the land remembers you, even when you are lost,” I stopped, lowered the book, and wept for every speck of dirt left behind in places where I left my name, ragged and bleeding, while newly, unfurled leaves…

Northern Solstice Virginia Carraway Stark Crisply glistening under the starlight Although it was solstice Skin was white as apple flesh Naked after shedding her night colored cloak She shivered under the northern lights The longest day meant something here Already the sun was edging its…

The rain hadn’t stopped in days Constant but light it dug into the psyche A consistent pitter-patter on every surface Some people got used to it… Not us.   Local radio and news stations had gone out Their signals drowned and downed by the rain The…

Now Go Fully Live your life No need to hold back Waste not this opportunity