Shotgun Riders   The rusty old pick-up Holding up ladders Is parked behind the barn Worn tool belt on the floor Buckets with brushes rest On paint splattered seats   After he died they came To my kitchen table Each remembering their Time as his…

“Quantum leaps herein upon belief! Though I truly hate my mom’s fake beef…” Zelda idly paused in almost thought. Her face of beauty glazed as sadness brought the vision of the one boys thought most fair. Skip, skip, skip oh magic rock! Touch, touch, touch,…

Cottonwood summer Blurred pages flutter Love fears Chances not taken Hope Holds you back Possibilities Make life worth living Make bigger choices Stand taller In your power Rise be unstoppable

In the quest of her realm She was a wandering soul Discovering life She grew And knew that she herself was a gem! In the thirst of knowledge She was a wondering soul Totally in aww of herself Constantly questioning her identity Somehow she knew…

Fertile passions helped me remember my strength when I decided to leap yet my new living space did not stimulate my senses instead I was confined by prejudices of neighbors judging my family size the adult to child ratio pairing it with my skin Judging…

The years become seconds when I can’t find the time and I remember the minutes that I could have made to last forever when two angels lost their wings to fall and talk to you and me and point us in the direction of where…

Trauma. Everyone has experienced it on some level. No one’s trauma is greater than someone else’s. No one can tell anyone else how their personal trauma should affect them. A month ago, trauma found its way to my home. And that is how I ended…

No Sweat   Sweat floods my forehead Heartbeat throbs betwixt my ears Pursuing my poetry Is much harder than I thought!   (A tanka is usually five lines with a 5/7/5/7/7 syllable count.)

Cookie Moon   Cookie moon a golden sliver Dark chocolate eclipse Smells like Grandma’s kitchen Loaded with comfort First bite chewed quickly Lingers between teeth Bite the dark side of the moon Save the bright side For twinkling chilled milk   TobeTT  #5

She knows they call her a freak But no one else seems to listen When the trees decide to speak. So who better than the girl in the blue skirt? Bright-eyed, kindhearted, unafraid, Always ready to listen, always covered in dirt. The trees don’t care…