Red and orange Blue fern leaves Golden petals Dancing breeze Tumbler tumbling See the joy Remembering water Love employ Tiny wonder Chilling core I’m not thirsty You are more Perfect balance Joyous heart Floral Tumbler Stands apart

Why, why, why? Why did you make me look at my phone Why dredge up the memories That chill me to the bone There’s a reason I never Check back on my pics The stuff I get up to Would make even the most depraved…

He stands on the porch surveying the landscape Years of churning soil planting watering fertilizing They say women turn to gardening in the years after childbearing But in this household the role reversed My husband the laborer giving birth, nurturing, coddling Until now each plant…

it’s too hot and you don’t drink enough water you see the joggers and bikers go by and wish you could be like them. active. committed filled with drive desire and determination instead you’re just a lazy daydreamer stoned and sweaty. stagnant. addled. is it…

Day is the best part of the day When you can go outside and walk into the park with a book in your hands to read or recite slowly on your path When things are hard or easy to handle with carefree and love The…

Picture of ‘Kicking Horse Pedestrian Bridge’ in Golden, BC   hearkening to a bygone era promises to keep one safe— the covered bridge    

the crows debate in their parliament the taste of bread crumbs and the old man who throws it he’s throwing more crumbs to the fish they need to change directions the crows discuss the white cat with the brown ear and green eyes out to…

Nothing will depart us We’re connected by hearts. The knot of love Till death— the rhythm of earth. They love each other so much They promise to lead life Here or there not a matter Till death— the tune of heart. They are sitting on…

I used to misfire as much as I wanted maybe that’s why the bang bang movies my Dad watches is my nemesis I jump like the bullets fired from the guns demand to watch something funny- that makes my tummy quake. Like that small earthquake…

  The Lone Beachcomber   Evening sunset, all are gone, I am alone I enjoy this loneliness Tonight, the sand is mine.