I want to walk the Camino a trip long postponed by the pandemic to practice I stroll the labyrinth at Trinity Cathedral and arrange for birds and deer tiny plates of tapas — nuts and seeds as toppling cairns

What the _____ Man? Poetry Again? (Poetry Marathon 2022 – Hour 8) People think that poetry as an art form has died There is nothing left to say after you get rid of rhythm and rhyme Stream of consciousness writing creating structural associations That only…

I’ll love you until all color fades from our pictures. Until this bench rots from beneath us. Until the earth and sky have no meaning. I’ll love you until the end of our memories and beyond.

Blurred from drink Blurred from low light It was not a birthday then but it had been Dark Neon New friends Oldest friends Stealing happiness from tomorrow But tonight there is enough to go around

Gigan Style   First Platoon boards the Huey, sickly smell of sweat and death elbow to elbow we sit cramped in the narrow compartment   hot, sticky air like a sauna grips us in its wet claws rotors spin, air rushes through the open doors…

I saw the moon in sand, ran away, lost in the redwood forest of Sonoma, used my hair as a pillow, followed a lonely dream. When I was 26, I found a sea turtle shell in the forbidden woods of Hunting Island. I found courage….

For from shooting for the stars, some days I have lost my marbles once housed in separate pods. I find it harder to hone once much well-worn skills while upping my game. Whether shooting rare jade or healing brown onyx, I strive to keep playing…

I tell my therapist my brother killed himself She asks if I am angry, I say no   She wants to know what I am Jealous, I say My therapist asks me if I am suicidal   I say no, I only want to die…

Like hell I’ll give Bezos more money to fuel his yacht Onto Etsy to support the small shop owners— I’m procuring a box of rocks as my husband called these New Age nuggets— Many colors of agate in blue and green shades for courage; not…

10 wooden cups balanced in a line each with 4 eggs in different hues of blue   hard boiled for scooping and eating or peeled and chopped and mixed with oil and mustard and   served up for the community to nibble on rye sliced…