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Don’t go into the basement you might not like what you find They’ve always told me to not go down there, but they never explained why I shouldn’t Every single time I tried to they would redirect me such a frustrating concept Little girls shouldn’t…

~On a line from Natalie Goldberg: Writing is an athletic activity.’   Writing is standing in the corner smoking a cigarette.   Is this where I’m supposed to work? An ant’s crawling across the floor.   There’s a pond nearby that athletic folks run past….

9th Hour Strange Food – Prompt 9   I saw a firefly zoom by me, as if he were invited to drink and eat, of the porridge I just cooked. An aroma of unknown fare, captured his attention so much so, he was not aware…

It was Friday Night The alley was hectic with huge parties taking turns bowling. At the end of the alley, there was a man he bowled with a serious face he was a serious bowler.   His right toe tapped the floor, behind his left…

She fell out of love with me.  Not long after she had to stay at home.  Lockdown. We split up far too long before any newsy talk of being husband and wife.  I met her not long before our troubles.  Not long enough for her…

Amongst her sea of long black hair A tiny white gleam stares me down With eyes of wild green, she stares with such intensity For a few minutes, our hearts beat in sync Then hers starts to growing smaller and smaller The roof of the…

I was the child of sea foam and storm I thrashed about my ocean In its safe and sultry darkness. hearing only echos of a distant land When I came too I cupped my ears The voices so shrill and loud The world bright like…

24 Poems, “The Dinner Party”   Greek Salad   A popular treat So creativity was a must And the quality of ingredients A personally sampled must   Olives of Kalamata With their smooth meaty fabric Robust and oily Pleasing the meal’s fabric   The teeth…

I entered this world and was met with my purpose   The bond that ties me to you Is the common thread that weaves Across my life’s  loom   Embroidered with passing Tales of lady knights One sister to another   When your heart first…