“I pay my debts in words.” Rick Christiansen They won’t pay my bills, won’t buy cat food. They can’t pay my rent,  put gas in my car. They won’t win lotto, or a chance at a slot machine. They are mine, my gift to the…

The Garden Papa Built   From scratch he built a garden to behold He tilled the soil at the back of the house Added manure to it and readied it for much – green vegetables, peppers, corn and more All this time, I did not…

I am all and enough for me. I wonder at the sight of babies. I hear the sound of hummingbird wings. I see mermaids walking on land. I want to go to Burning Man. I am all and enough for me. I pretend I’m a…

Hr. 8 Prompt 20 gently swaying in and out of the trees fireflies fluttering all about the moon up above glowing so peacefully this is why I love walking at night so relaxing and freeing clearing the mind calming the soul the stars up above…

  Bouncing throughout space and time, Crashing from one life into another, Desperately seeking his soul mate among Every new crowd he encounters. “He is coming, and I am here.”   (An ABC poem is composed of five lines, where the first letter of each…

You’ve painted every happy memory I possessed in dark hues of blue making it impossible with each passing day to remember the version of you that still had a heart now I can only see you as you holding a knife slashing through the past…

Chalices Trumpet vines in the church gardens, a halo of orange over the St Francis statue where I converse with Dad on Sundays and Holy Days. Birds hover on the fence, wait to bless themselves in the font below the Saint’s feet. Cabbage white butterflies…

After Midnight Patsy Cline sang part of the story, longing welling up from a lovelorn soul and yearning to connect. Eric Clapton related yet another side, the wildness of the hellraiser within letting loose and abandoning all control. Yet there’s more, so much more, to…

Its cooler at night the moon shines like the sun the darkness rocks me to relaxation holding me like sleep I walk aware of my surroundings even in darkness I keep my distance from strangers no sound but nature songs in a trancelike state I…

we would play kick the can under yard lights on summer nights when city kids would be filling cars to drive to hill tops to find themselves by city lights in the eyes of partners too shy to say no   we’d hide in lilac…