Lead me into the woods where it is unsafe. I wish to howl with the wolf in my dreams. He cries to be heard. A den of my own making: Ground palms and sandy loam and a handful of psychedelics. We almost burned down all…

If you listen closely late at night the sounds of the city become ever more clear traffic noise, road hum sirens distant – and not so distant squealing tires – cars racing too-fast trucks pitter-patter of raccoon claws on alley concrete squeal of train wheels…

The picture that speaks volumes The forms of travel on our roads The beauty of travel on our green Emissions and CO2 very low Cars parked for trains slow Power bikes to save congestion fees Power bikes for efficiency in delivery seize Bicycles to travel…

Please don’t ask me which was best— leaving or sitting in an oak ten feet up. It was defibrillators primed. I sat in an unpaved parking lot under Palmettos and said NO for the first time. I could speak. How many ways can this be…

write a poem for a city, real or imagined. Blinding city lights bokeh lights blinking in the distance. Lost in the light, Concrete jungle, deserted and unhomed. Nature doesn’t live here any longer. Skyscrapers with roots beneath the surface of concrete Reaching for the stars….

There should be a Veterans’ City where former military ain’t treated shitty none would beg down in the streets or lose benefits, drunk and beat in this town, treated so sweet.   Parades, they’d hold them once a week Army, Navy, Air Force, Marines even…

Road Trip Road trip to Calais On our way me ,my hubby Daugther and brother Off on holiday Down to the green scenery From Dover always On the train we go Or on the boat we sail through Or we drive away The tall wind…

I don’t dream anymore But if I did I would travel back in time Back to my country My state My town My city I’d travel back even if no one went with me Imagine that I would hear the beating of drums before reaching…

 die young time flows in unstoppable course my rebellious mind is being swept away if I want to live in the past or stay here in the present how would I evade the future?

“The salivating aroma of the kitchen, Is unique and beautiful. A world of flavor and spice packed into sense, Scents that make you yearn to taste, Foods with such a lovely aroma must have a lovely taste. My grandmother at the helm of the kitchen,…