Hail, Rain and Drought He moved a bit more than before in hour eight, and the rain soaked the lawn. Now, sun overhead it left Charlie with a feeling of dread. Wait, Listen, I’m not quite done. A feeling of dread; roughly made bed or…

the bloodstain dark brown on bright white textured sheets i’m so sorry. it’s just i’ve been bleeding for so long i didn’t see it   until it dried. now it’s there, evidence of my inadequacy, of my disgusting life and habits, the scabbing, the nonstop…

Hustle and bustle and quick quick quick Running around is making me sick I try and I try to stop and rest And try to put these coping skills to the test But try as I might it’s just so hard to stop And ….

The turn, the approach, the slice through each moment with drive and craze, in tune, in place, we sail in confidence, with charm and luck for wings. Changes fold over our outstretched arms, lifting us, trembling into new ascents, we shake, we falter, instantaneously thwarted…

While walking in my yard today, I smelled the trellised jasmine vine, so sweet.   The second-year asters standing tall and proud Just making buds for this year’s exhibition Are crowding out the fading pansy plants.   The sunflowers we planted for Ukraine Are halfway…

There was a fire at my home everything was fine or so I thought when I went to bed last night There wasn’t much time to get out alive let alone grab anything to save- Not clothes- so thankful I was wearing pants books money…

Oh, Death! I summoned Death and gave him my soul, Just so he could live the curse of life. In kindess he’s rich, in wisdom deprived, The first thing he did was to love. Oh, Death, how naive, love is a curse of life! “No,…

“Truth or dare?”, they screamed at the top of their lungs, I always picked ‘dare’ lifting my glass above the crowd. Nothing could possibly hold me back, could it? Always the life of the party, the centre of the hubbub, Tendrils of energy blooming off…

In a storm out side of Kentucky The phone rings louder than usual while this tornado passes over us freely A space in one of the rooms Comes in a horrible time stalling and stopping scary Hardback poem book storytelling told by a friend out…

The pretty white house on the back road has a mixed up bunch of flowers waving colors in the wind. A blue here, a pink there catching the sunlight. I long for home, my own place to share. now.