warm air feeds a wretched mind longing for better as rain greets the day (Poem 5 of Half Marathon)

“Hey man when you’re singing it, it’s your song.” Townes Van Sandt up, down, sideways, time tiny looping superstrings shadows ripple on the river that only fish can see all the while we feel the tidal pull of time and when you’re singing it, it’s…

Pondering how one would create a “happy place” and find respite from the onslaught of stressful arrows shot at us. Twenty-four hours a day I am exposed to an environment affected by people, elements, inventions, animals domestic and wild. Perhaps it would be in a…

SQUIRRELLY We climb to earth, upside down, heads first, tails up, bushy and last – like a flag proclaiming its territory, here, coming, watch! as our feet touch the earth, and we’re dashing, bounding, nearly bouncing, but softly, so lightly you could be forgiven for…

if you tell yourself often enough, all of it can be true from waist size to waste sizing up the spaces open to spill into and take over until the next moments cannot be contained in over-flowing graves filled with secrets everyone knew   if…

There’s a time capsule inside of me No one else will ever see For though I pour things out in verse Few know the stories behind the words They’re written snapshots of my life Every poem that I write Has some basis in my truth…

Xenophile “There is telepathy between hearts.” @positive women0 on Instagram  “Your Heart is not a lock, it should be already open.” Her Pen Pal, Hallmark movie 2021 Can’t speak Korean know a little Italian, even less Spanish. Can read a few words  of Gaelic none…

In Between Passing days and nights in between soul drifting aimless Hour 5 @varenyas

Take me back to the waters of the deep blue , Where billies of clouds covers oceans sky’s, And peace and serenity intertwine, Sights of wondrous sunrise and sunset, Rays of sun kissing my sweet melanin skin, Soft sand sifting through my toes, Worry me…

Our first adult house was built in ’41 and we lived in it for 23 years. We know little of the genealogy and stories of the previous occupants of that address. That imaginary of the past didn’t seem to peak our interest, despite the occasional…