ring finger extended ready to accept princess cut diamond shimmers and echoes the light the first half, the start, the beginning this, this is the second half where she becomes made anew the unveiling of her face, the shedding of an old skin she is…

MATHEMATICS OF LIFE Add your smiles Subtract your sorrows Multiply your happiness Divide your chores Differentiate between Good and evil Integrate the goodness in all Time is precious Count your blessings Life is not a graphical function It’s a combination of rational , irrational and…

“This is how she found us/ the past draped about us like a cloak” Selkie Weaning Young (Redux) by Diana Khoi   I crawl out of my skin, out of a past heavy on my bones. And this is how she found me: wet and…

Ever wonder how a tree grows? It makes no sense; not like baking a cake or building a guitar. A couple of peach pits, tossed out the window, and then, one day, without even trying, there’s a damn tree full of peaches.

you are not supposed to stop loving me aren’t we to last a while longer sitting in rocking chairs reminiscing and holding hands kissing by moonlight as it beams on our wrinkled brows you are there still tucked in my heart I saved a special…

She’s had her eyelashes tinted I felt shocked and disoriented. It sounded like a reckoning in my ear North, south, west, east, there and here. Even if I decided to shut my ears – to all head-scratching, the ear hears. I sat quietly, musing on…

Vows made at the altar years before promises created around rings they wear a couple together through their golden years through sickness and in health they still hold hands losing children to drug addictions, mental illness and loss their bond has been tested to its…

Together We become as one In love we meet Under one sun In our earthly bodies We become undone The words we said Professed our love Our union blessed By God above The ups and downs A part of life We work out kinks And…

Thirty-eight forty in the distance, just coming into sight like a train clickety-clacking down the track thinking back to what I’d planned Not these cracks of life, lacking siubstance and direction, reeling like a lost soul bushwhacking through a tangled mess, distracted by the glaring…

Twenty   I’ve been caught, a flopping fish on Stearns Pier – sunny day, trying to keep up with tech which smells like a mackerel on a dock in hot sun. This looks fishy   I know it sounds like I’m complaining knowing that hooks…