Skinned knees and loud voices Constant movement Constant yelling Everything is a game And everything is funny So full of emotion and love, Told to tamp it down and keep it in. Forced into dresses and skirts. Unsure about why their body is changing Unsure…

Indulging a fruit of the earth Marvelous ways of latent judgement Colossal task lies ahead in short span of time Till the fulfillment of its duty consummates Enriching the life of the universe Far out and near sight grasping each moment Gliding thru life journey…

Prompt 4 There is something wonderful about the way you used to sit with me in early morning darkness, both of us wondering about life’s mysteries. Four years old and already you were eager to seize the world. Though you did not know it, your…

I have fur on my arms But I’m not a bitch. I have fog in my brain but I’m not a ditz.   I starve myself Of things that I need So you will like me Please like me.   The only thing I can…

Giving Birth   the blank page stares at me mockingly   breathe, push, fight concentrate come on, write!   pen to page words flow free POETRY!     (Tricube rules: three syllables per line, three lines per stanza, three stanzas per poem)

Unconscious, trees breathe, alive, but not sentient.   Likewise,  we breathe, knowing few secrets of the spiritual in which we are immersed;   We splash about the unfathomable deep, teeming with forces for good   and bad–   Buoyant with life itself,   We drift…

Keepsakes I kept my Pope Francis coin stashed away in my lunchbox. Front pocket, protected by a zipper no one thought worked. I forgot I put it there so many months ago, but it never did rust, no matter how much I spilled or what…

Horticulturally lame my garden, half-way through June who knows how far into Midwestern growing season Weeds have a foothold but we have managed to keep the bulk of the interloping bastards at bay One pumpkin plant with two massive, yellow blossoms each bigger than the…

The windows crashed  A storm brew on The doors crackled A bird flew on The clouds roared A twig snapped Yet a girl in black Lay huddled under a crack The mist came at once Twirling and whirling Darkness everywhere Encircling and blinding So she…

Empty water bottles sit on my nightstand, having chugged them last night to hit my gallon-a-day mark. A vine of purple flowers, ten years old, finally hangs above my bedroom door, a thin canopy of color against the white walls. A salt lamp and moon…