I remember the time, still fresh in my memory After all, how can one forget regrets? A senior asking me – wanna learn the guitar? A waste of time, I replied to him and declined his invitation Fast forward 3 years, I found myself in…

I had already said yes Under the Brooklyn Bridge A sunny day Where my face melted away Leaving my hidden skin Uncovered Beneath. We stood, Arguing Drenched in rain Unable to agree About having kids Now that the rings were dispersed Vows uttered. He asked…

Write about a time when you wish you had said “yes” Migration brought us together much older than me, we understood each other,like a sister and brother- he joined the army and went to war-served well and won an honor, then one day he asked…

A Healing Prayer  Bless this life’s journey  inspire others through gentle pathways.  Remember we nourish in gratitude, create inner voices when we  listen, see, smell, feel, taste the positive gifts of almost. Trust understands strong compassion, encourages balance, accepts good. Peace is possible, begins with…

My children… The stars in my eyes The breath in my lungs My reason for living I don’t know what I would do If not for the love I have from the angels God has given me. They are my legacy The best of me….

Amalgam Stank of fur burnt and tree rot maxed out slammed into nostrils until nausea caused the burped vomit to pop out against wills and through the bracing of fingers mixing with the aforementioned and growing into quite a putrid thing with sentience cobbled together…

I’ve never been the type to make a fuss I keep my head down Let other’s walk in bigger and louder strides   And when he asked me if I wanted to call someone to help me I wish I had said yes.   I…

  I taste a concoction An investment of time sublime. In the elegance of the heritage crystal Of berries so rich and royal Such potency!   The family room Takes on an air of inebriation Like the carpet is dewed with aged cherry a merry…

Prompt Even if you have children, write poems about imaginary ones. My way of having fun would be with children playing in Winters in the sun… feeling joy and peace The toys would be paper and color pencils or crayons In Summers watching sunsets and…

A Nonet   Friday Night   Sitting on the couch drinking a beer. TV remote clutched in my hand. Flipping through endless channels. Wishing for something good. Wanting a ballgame. Just nothing’s on. What the hell?! More beer. Burp!