Siren song of summer Scuttling crab Breaking waves Cracked shells Pink toenails Cotton candy sunset Calling bird Gentle breeze Sand dunes Wind whipped grasses Daydream of forever

I’ll live inside a taco shell Crispy please I like the cheese I like the smell I’ll dance each morning in the nude Chipotle sauce around I’ll toss I like my food With Fresh tomatoes in my hair It may sound slappy but I’ll be…

What’s a foot without a shoe? What good is a me without a you? How can there be sun with no rain? To recall the good side of a bad day? Let’s take a walk inside the sun Swim to the moon Just for fun…

8th Hour Censorship – Freedom, A Diamante     Censorship   System Controller, Spying, invading, discrediting away Crying, delivering, marching for the day, Justice, a Protector of Freedom!

bright turquoise water with white soft sand supplemented with amazing native food. luxury for those that can buy the land. so many variations of seafood. To travel or not to travel Traveling to understand the world. comes with a price to see mother nature. The…

This weekend I had time to… I found this on Pinterest and just had to try… During quarantine I made all these… I stayed up all night just to finish reading… And typed into Facebook and Twitter and Instagram and Snapchat: “I’m so bored.” I…

A place separate and quiet From the noise of life Fluffy pillows and blankets All smelling nice Windows of stained glass Creating a more rosy world A fireplace and a radio Simple comforts An endless supply of tea and cookies And plenty to read and…

There is a place – at least I’ve heard it’s real where everyone is free to feel that Life is good.   Where everybody has enough of clothes and food and other stuff and Life is good.   Where fair is fair and right is…

Something needed out, it showed in my toes, every single time I grabbed them to pull myself forward. Eternal life in my spine, twisted in my core, bending from my hips, let it out. It no longer fits.

At the blue circus, women in clenched corsets, fishnet stockings, and shined shoes – smiled. They were distractions, assistants,  and quiet artists.    Silent, beautiful mothers of the moon and the stars.  Dreaming of Jupiter, sleeping in forests, counting time gone by in the  bumps…