Nesting to bed by the sea with you, a curtain of palm fronds shielding us from prying birds’ eyes, ocean’s rhythmic whisper at our feet. nestled among the blooming flower-heads, here we will sleep, our weary bodies and our heavy souls sinking into clean white…

  Inexplicable lighting of a strange fire in the pit of my being unquenchable roaring, a bush fire chasing away rodents of sadness   I have known happiness in my life I have known ecstasy But none matches this profound experience- This joy from above…

Under my umbrella 🌂 The hours fall away Sliding into yesterday As if rain   Under my umbrella 🌂 The negativity can’t Protrude my head Sheltered is my happiness   Under my umbrella 🌂 I see words used with hate makes me sad as there…

Forgive – give up this hard feeling inside me? Why? it owns me it colors my every thought. he said forgive me of what? he didn’t even remember. Now I must choose to forgive again.  

Why must there be an umbrella. It is 2 am in Los Angeles The skies are clear as they can be I need no shade The sun is sleeping As should I be

sleepless nights and endless stress followed me through college days I never lost sight of my goals but that doesn’t mean it was easy and that doesn’t mean I came out unscathed. Finally, finally, I have my degree I am licensed and deemed a “professional”…

Prompt 9 (Look in your cupboards and find a food that brings up a childhood memory, and the memory is your prompt.)   Pulling open my drawers The smell of maggi tickles my nose How it would drip on my face Splattering my nose, licking…

Hour 9 Snow supply quarantine stash easybox detox mac and cheese not exactly childhood. Mom did not make box cheese pasta She made spaghetti and cheese sorta from scratch. In adult mode I am not sure if Velveeta can be considered from scratch it’s the…

So sweet a population So innocent a town So beautiful a people That linger all around   So darling a community That has these little hearts Written in the stop lights To tell you when to stop & start

The splash of rain on pavement As many head to work Black on black umbrellas Suits and shoes and Briefcases And colorless sedans Crowd a heavy street There on the bleak street corner Is the friend I’ll meet A splash of color in the black…