sunrise door beckons find your way to a new day please just step on in   white privilege door slams opportunity knocks not remember your place   sunset door still looms what rooms may wait we wonder weaknesses abound   foundations falter door frames fail…

    Poem 7 Normal   I could say normal is typical or regular or average, which begs a question. Is it desired in any way?   At times normal is a beacon of light as I am giving up hope, so lost in the…

Books were my friend when I was a little girl They taught me things and kept my loneliness at bay Books never bullied me nor did they call me names Books never said I didn’t belong or I was too young to play Instead, they…

Pretty by the water fountain. The sun is out. Shinning on in my livingroom glass window. The moment of joy. When joy comes in the morning. Just when you can nurture your growing greenish plants and all. With no excuses. Reality causes and reasoning. To…

I wanted to die I was so miserable yet I was victorious all I did was lay in bed There were days I lived in filth dirty dishes no where to sit rotted food trash I couldn’t clean I didn’t want to I had no…

once upon a time when all the poems rhymed there was a porridge called normal for breakfast folks imbibed as poets verses scribed and days unfolded generally quite formal by lunch there was a yearning but at jobs the folks were earning the cash they…

Normal Poem   This is a normal poem for normal times. Like normal poems, it normally rhymes.   It goes to the store—without masking up. It hugs its grandmother; she sings at worship.   This poem goes to concerts—makes dinner for friends! This poem is…

There’s so much talk about normal – the “new” normal after my parents deaths, the “new” normal post pandemic. People have asked me before “why can’t you just be normal?” The truth is I don’t know what “normal” is and I don’t think I want…

Odd Normal, new, old, or interim, has never been normal for me. Squirrelly, standoffish, cold, or strange, I’ve been called these and many more. My normal has always preferred being alone, with company or no, yet still alone. I birthed three children and married a…

Krypto the super-hound has a new cape Her soaring freedom flag replaced by a recovery shirt curiosity and prey drive dulled in medicated half-life lulling the body into restorative sleep. I miss my perky girl and our forrest play, grateful this is only temporary, unlike…