Things are getting weird over here. This poem is phrases from letters and cards I’ve received (lines people wrote, not from the card company), and then some responses or comments in parentheses.   even though I try (A for effort?) of course you are also…

Beneath a floppy bow Chocolate eyes peering Standing on tiptoe   Twirling in a ruffle cloud Chocolate eyes dancing Singing out loud   Surrounded by a group Chocolate eyes defiant Protective on loop   Listening to create space Chocolate eyes kind Shattered worlds held in…

4th Hour Dagwood and Blondie – A Diamante Dagwood Dagwood was funny and hyper-active, Sunning, cunning, and protecting his backyard turf. Blondie was always hiding, resting and waiting to eat.  Shy and timid, she didn’t know her self-worth  Blondie.    

once again, i was colored stupid. my rose glasses was shading the                                                      RED that was your true blue. i…

Love Starts With One Happy Face Willjxn Love starts with one happy face Then moves on to two the same. Making three or more. Thinking Time turns backward. Our love found this truth.   Kiss me once and kiss me twice and kiss me more…

I thought of who would fight for me When war was waged I thought of whose hands would grip the handle of a blade And wield it in my honor Who would bleed Throwing fists and kicks Slicing skin with sharpened knives Raising a hand…

2020 Hour 8: Emoji Translation   But oh my love, my love, my love! Will you not leave me be Oh but for the bleeding to stop To stem the flow of our unhappiness You must break us into two And steer our ship to…

“A tiger! A tiger!” I yelled sprinting into my front yard where I found my little brother messing with the sprinkler.   “No, I’m not burning up with whatever is blowing up the world. I am telling you I saw a tiger in the woods…

O Captain! My Captain! Our journey will end with screaming storm and flood. Prevailing winds will blow and turn this ship about, prizewinning and celebratory as it may seem. Soon our ship will weigh anchor to the sound of klaxon bells, and with high kicking…

“Have you lost anyone?” my student asks. “Has anyone you loved died – like your parents or your grandparents? Family close to you?” I respond honestly, “No.” “Huh,” she huffs, then turns first her eyes then her head then her body away from me. We…