In Montana, (“like mountains!”) Home of bears and wolves And pale blue, green, purple Montana sapphires And the periwinkle flower, 3 inches in the ground with fibrous roots vinca major, and vinca minor A woman spends the summer in service of Glacier National Park Above…

Backstabbed Bleeding History Repeating   Secrets Spoken Confidence Broken   Undeserved Condemnation Unforgiven Devastation   Sisterhood Severed Enemies Forever   (A foursquare poem is a format I created during the 2020 Poetry Marathon which consists of four stanzas of four lines, each line being composed…

blue petals folded & pressed flattened white veined solar systems all your own in the center busha’s face laughing at my vision

For hundreds of years One life to the next Our souls came together In life, until death When our eyes first met Those memories returned The lives that we’d lived The times that we burned The vows that we made Lifetimes ago That, where one…

I am made of Enthusiasm Incandescence in Girl Form It radiates through my marrow Suffusing the structure of me And billowing beyond The confines of my cerebral self To give voice To each play on words And deep delve into the absurd   Out Out…

(after George Condo’s “The Age of Reason”) fragments of architecture  a person. fragments of people a building. macabre tinny music blares  from big top tent pools pendulums of trapeze artists in a vermillion tinged sky. disassembled distorted torturing and tortured  soup of eyes, breasts, clenched…

A warm sunny day, with a walk in the backyard. We collect — the petals from red roses, the new lime green leaves from off of a trumpet vine, a collection of clippings from the lawn. Bring out the crayons, to color in the sky,…

in terms of design I describe my sadness Skyscraper high head into the clouds sifting through self to feel more besides needle prick pain I want to feel something now stress spreads me thin and my patience short Periwinkle dreams are the only things keeping…

Invisibles   No, we do not walk alone There are invisibles walking with us Friends or foes, they’re there —they really are When you’re spared from the jaws of death You’re only a hairline from its snap And the snare fails to have you trapped…

Happy Xmas. A day of love, The day Jesus was born. A favorite holiday. In the month, Of December. To bring in. Jingle bell, And Holidays are here again. Receiving, and giving. Lovely presents, To call on his name sakes. Happy Christmas. To. All, Of…