Day begins with the blank slate all things are possible. morning ablations, meditations, stretch of the body the mind needs to settle, dogs need to walk, neighbor’s fat chickens proudly strutting and i have made myself a promise only I will know if I will…

I reverie you in a field of lillies, muted lavender hugs daffodils and daisy kisses You amble beside a log wood fresh with balm rose Ivory blesh glide past periwinkles and scarless stripes Floats in a meadow so everest it bewinds verneer millow stars gracefully…

1929 – 2005 Mom’s passing was exactly What a daughter would expect And so much more   Mom always did strive To comfort those around her With her sweet ear for listening And so much more   Gerry didn’t dive Into conversation or debate But…

I heard in those words the blame fall on me for his reckless behaviour while I couldn’t breathe Your snipy remark, made in a temper so whipped, made it clear to me then He’d been building strong sticks for the blame to fall either In…

We create splendid things purely by accident: The just-crisp waffle still tender on the inside,  awaiting the slow, golden pour of maple syrup. The way sunlight glimmers on the doorknob polished ahead of the visit from your childhood friend who rushes into your arms for…

Too long I’ve lived inside the noise, the words, the doubts; I’ve been trampled down, and made to shrink beneath the sea of strife. My soul was lost, weighted by the expectations placed upon me, not just by others but also by myself, so all…

Death Comes quick Could it be A chrysalis Metamorphosis? Wondering when We get to Begin Life

Bittersweet moments, of a time in a hospital, the thoughts of freedom-   felt vicariously through a staff person when he leaves- he can buy a creamy,   sugary coffee; he can peruse through the books of a library,   at the new bookstore; he…

Write a poem about something ending. It could be a relationship, a stage in life, or the apocalypse. The details are up to you.   The End I read tarot cards, goosebumps, and the subtle shift in your eyes. I am a contortionist of compromise,…

We had a good run You and I That would be true if not for all the lies I remember staying up and praying holding myself at night Wading through the darkness Try to find the light My head was a mess and you broke…