Tiny Butterfly Tiny butterfly spreading its wings ready to carry two worlds one old, one new one to live, one to give then rest on a choicest tendril among leaves to do the same act all over again Hour 7 @varenyas

Prompts for the Seventh Hour A Sort of Text Prompt Look on your phone and find the 10th non-selfie picture and use that as your prompt. – Prompt by My brother took the base of an old saddle and recreated it with the Jackson last…

When the owner said, “Blue Heeler,” I thought “Blue Healer” because I don’t know anything about dogs, and I imagined a service animal that sees auras and sniffs out sadness   which struck me as odd, given all the Second Amendment art forms scattered around…

One lifetime is not enough to love you When I couldn’t wait to say “I do“ Doing laundry and taxes are mundane But no day spent with you is spent in vain Loving you comes with ease So in the next life will you find…

Rain Check   Dancing on the brink of the apocalypse is postponed today,   due to rain, sleet, windstorms, and excessive heat.   It is tentatively rescheduled for Thursday of next week,   but might need to be canceled until next year, if conditions don’t…

Who are you, now that I’m not here Now that your cup is being filled With wine way sweeter than mine What is it like to believe you’re worthy To value yourself the way you did me Loving yourself more than I could   When…

The Sweetness of Vinegar credit to:The Vinegar Man by Ruth Comfort Mitchell Thank you Miss Collins, my poetry muse, your old legs bowed, with fist pounding out each poem’s rhythm upon your brittle hip. making us stand, alone, to recite from memory Vinegar, vinegar, vinegar…

The Toyota dealer offered valet service for maintenance appointments. We took advantage of that because my husband is immunocompromised. The car was returned at the end of the day. The next day, we drove down to a nursery in the next county, where we were…

Weather Report (a haiku)   “What’s the temp out bro?” “It’s melt your skin off degrees!” “Chill dude, just askin’!”  

I wonder where the people are Who said I was too much Too loud when I had laughed Too wild when I had loved   Too quick to fall Too slow to give in Too childish whenever I danced with the wind   Too messy…