“In an ocean so huge, We lie so tiny.     The ocean churns, Like a fruit in a smoothie, With storms so violent, Waves rise and crash, Back into the ocean, Yielding no mercy, To the unlucky.   The ocean is merely, A big…

Prompt for Hour Twenty-Two Salvidor Dali where is your paranoiac-critical mind I need your method more than ever. that state between sleep and consciences. where abstractions grow like Van Gogh’s poplar trees. Let me slip into your sleep-walking journey. where reality fails to solidify. and…

Bliss   During the midnight hour, After the world has gone to sleep, Just be still and listen. Listen to your heart. Let your mind run. Pick up that pencil. Let it chase the paper. Savor each word written. Feel the euphoria. One poem finished….

POEM 22 It’s five am and the birds have started to tweet and call. Sing softer little Red bird; the sun is still enroute and I am still sleepless. I succumbed to a moment of stillness dropping my glasses and my phone. Ahh but the…

It is said all they found was his blue windbreaker hanging on a tree a bloody fingernail lodged in its pocket. They searched for his axe, his shoes, drag marks and tire tracks and abandoned shacks – all dead ends. He had simply disappeared like…

Wake Up Call At age thirty-seven I returned to college after fifteen years away, ready to finally finish interrupted bachelors’ degrees from years before. I worked three jobs, raised three kids, attended three campuses, and often got five hours of sleep or less, at times…

A Tanka   Playing It Safe   During the chaos, Books were the best medicine. Neil Gaiman once said, “Books were safer than other people anyway.” So true!

“You want me to take a bite of WHAT?” “Are you even sure that it’s dead?” “But what if it bites me back?” My questions kept coming. From chopsticks laced with wasabi, he shoved sushi down my throat.   (A nonet poem is comprised of…

Did I hear you right last night, when you said You love me and want me? And did I hear you right when I felt you wrap your arms around me and you whispered ‘Hush, I’ve got this’ and went to war- battling Satan for…

sometimes everything can go right in the morning Coffee freshly brewed coats my insides with warm hugs its the only way to stay awake sometimes