Hour 12, Prompt 20, Year 2021 As I plod through my last poem of the year I’m thinking a lot about what comes after A quiet cheer as my love and I leave our easy chairs The desire to move around, finally in reach It’s…

The street light keeps blinking on the verge of its end The apartment is still further away and the lights are getting dimmer “I need to leave soon” I told boss “You aren’t leaving until I say so”, boss replied What was supposed to be…

Be like the Sun “The sun doesn’t care what color you are.” Unknown  The sun burns us all the same tan comes later for some. The sun doesn’t know black, white, tan, or red. The largest star shines no matter who’s around. The sun won’t…

When I am no longer here Just be still And listen. You will hear my voice Whispering in the wind. What has been Will always be. Trust me. Just be still And listen.  

four am just after the full moon turned to wane somewhere Before the dawn where sleep should be full With dreams awake and travels sweet Waiting is never fun and when your heart walks outside of you the wait is even longer sniffs at the…

Once I was a bit witchy I wrote 8 on papers Chanted dreams in mirrors. Held my 8’s on scraps of paper up to the moon. I burnt them up And wished more. As a witch I strolled under the moon Needing it on my…

Understand this: money may make our world go round, but there are things so special we could never name a price.   (A shadorma is a six-line poem with the syllable count of 3/5/3/3/7/5.)

keys between the fingers pepper spray dangles what about walking at night invigorates and terrifies   perhaps they go hand in hand icy air ripping at the lungs praying that headlights rush past you and keep moving keep driving   approach each corner with hesitation…

  You have my heart so we’ll never part Many things can destroy us Turning us to dust but we are never passed away As the sun shines so gay The music of our dance is the infinite sound of our chance What befalls the…

The Hiding Place   The bustling Tarshish is now a skeleton city With an echo howling from one broken ship to another; Kadesh-barnea is no longer attractive –the bread therein has become stale; Jericho is in confusion –the walls have tumbled, and there’s no one…