By the dock stood he Watching the trajectory of a solitary moonbeam Cutting through the fog Like the sound of a chopped fir cutting through The silence of the forest Yet the fir has kissed the ground and hushed the forest once more And the…

The ingredients of us are never exact measurements. Just thrown together at will and upon necessity, combined with hopeful efforts that something worthy will become of our mixing. A dash of words chosen for us, to define us, to spend our young adult lives trying…

We will be old and wrinkly, with liver spots and creaky joints. Matching silver hair on our heads. We can sit on the porch, rocking.

There is a moonbeam in my coffee cup I sip it gently A hush, a fog washes over me I am no longer concrete I am no longer damned I have jumped from my shelf I am more like a tall, strong fir Reaching to…

She came to me In the quiet of the night The tiniest shrieking That gave me a fright   Took forever to find her Abandoned for sure I fixed up her tummy And searched for a cure   But something was wrong A defect in…

Daffodils turned to the sun As fairies tipped The petals of the daisies Their laughter was barely a whisper Their dresses outshone the stars In the evening sky Their hair pulled by the wind In soft fragrant waves They danced all night Twisting, turning, fluttering…

My grandfather was a bowler pretty good, in fact national tournaments league championship teams Once he bowled a 299 during a league championship ‘299 and a wiggle’ proclaimed tongue-in-cheek trophy 300 is the most you can score His teammates gifted him bowling pin hand-painted with…

A ceiling inches from my face Hides the kitchen and my rocker, Collapsed into a tidy bundle. I turn carefully, legs cramped from stillness. Another month or two, then, perhaps I’ll be free. Are they gone? Am I too late to save Only those that…

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  Seeing the moonbeam from the sky Taking a coffee from the canteen Like a sitting duck felt different still A dock on the shop Sharing differently a day began Mustering a city’s fog Hold still it is a broad light to usher A night…