kobade   arms linked in arms around arms around us all link after link after link forward and back from home to home to pieces of us in each other like the eggs in th eggs in the eggs of our great-grandmothers in our great-grand…

“A beautiful lady wearing black drapes, As though she’d just visited a funeral; In front of a natural background, She sits majestically, Like a lion its den; Her face so radiant, She attracts moths The perfect example of elegance and class, In a very mysterious…

Momentarily suspend disbelief, and separate yourself from reality. Bend your mind to see different points of view, look at life with childlike wonder, reach into your imagination, bring forth amazing fantasies. Weave stories and dreams into a collection of color, a vibrant tapestry of temporary…

Someday Maybe Children of the midnight sun who lost their sight also love to play hide and seek with butterflies among golden magnolias and white chrysanthemums fighting imaginary demons and pastries and cakes want to live eat, play, sleep and see the world as normal…

Flarf poem [Googled “Imaginary” and “Children”]   Parenting Made Simple   Is it normal for me to have an imaginary child? Of course! They are the best! Imaginary kids listen and offer support. They teach more than just how to play pretend. Estimates suggest as…

A Little Rest   Life is delicate but you can’t be too careful work diligently, and take comfort in that which you do well yes, take comfort in your relative closeness to perfection in that which you do for, to take comfort, and to enjoy…

I will do it I had never been asked if I needed help before It seemed uncertain like a want rather than a need I shrugged it off lifted 50 lbs and tied it down I can do it the load is always heavy

Fitted in there on a wooden stand. Bundles of pieces wrap around the them. In between the Ivory, and white baby breathes. Leaves of heart shapes greenish. Trousers and in the rain they fall. Times if harvests, And candy fruits cocktails. Tears of joy, Comes…

Yeah, life is crap Depression sucks An endless darkness Always trying to pull you under With no visible sign of light Sadness become normal. The bad news; It may never get better But the good news is; You are not alone.

I am at a crossroads The dark cloud looms over me The clock that never fallible; Says 12:00 Is it noon? Is it midnight? I am not a stranger to the dark But the darkness seems infinite I am at a crossroads Should I succumb…