Dawn so silent for me in its magical overture the first music to my ears but my mind is often quelled Late nights and old movies and the tosses and turns of sleep preparing me for a catch-up day doom is often spelled Those buzzing…

Where is the dusk song of the frogs? They used to be so punctual, heralding the oncoming autumn. The biting bugs have arrived en masse, but the evenings remain cricket-quiet. Maybe it’s my own impatience, but I’ve grown tired of the lonely heat. (Hour 16)

Twos Teacher   Weebles wobble, toddlers toddle, what could they possibly do? Open your eyes, make sure they’re always wide. You never know what’s in store behind that big brown classroom door. Blocks stacked up to the cabinets, puddles oddly on the carpet, dinosaurs eating…

TW::: Deals with Eating disorders Am I different Do I look better Are you pleased yet Can I stop this ridiculous charade the clock’s ticking time is going by but you still don’t see it call me a drama queen Five days 13 hours the…

Write a poem that is pretending to be something else, a set of instructions, a recipe, a letter, a news report, etc. Coming up: Nightmares in real time. Crime? On the rise. The world? It’s on fire. Your government? Corrupt. Your favorite team? They lost….

A quick note to remind you to make the bed so I can come back at dawn and have something to climb into.

Today I was at lunch with a physicist I know. His eyes lit with a golden glow, his cheeks flushed as he said with relish, “We don’t know what dark matter is, but dark matter is everywhere, and is responsible for all of us being…

Her hand rests on my blank slate as she contemplates what words she will sketch on my blue lines I feel the scratchiness of her eraser it tells me she is unsure of what her mind wills her to write I want those words on…

1 cup cocoa 5 cups blankets 6 cups Hallmark movies 10 cups love   The recipe for a perfect evening

All I want to do  is make myself happy for   a living full time.     (clt+s)