Across the atlantic she’s seeking time between hauling mattress, bedstand, and home streets over down a block or two I’m writing to deadline, hubby’s doing computer work, the cats are napping, we’re all of us taking time. But she needs our’s So I’ll crank until…

    Season of the Reckoning     Everything’s off rhyme we’re stuck in syncopated time   this season of the reckoning is echoing how sickening that sanity’s trembling is still worsening   adrenalin assembling both sides told they’re trespassing disenchanting or awakening   deafening…

Disease was rife, plants were dying roots were warping, the soil was crying Yet the Sunflower stood strong Her beauty stood tall She smiled and faced the sunshine through it all Let us be like the Sunflower and weather the storm turn away from the…

My O-Town Phase These are the daysI want to be thesexiest woman alive.I know I’m playing with fire,suddenly.This shy girl, sensitive chasing after you.I’ll skydive into your liquid dreamsevery six seconds even if I’m buried alive. This is the right kind of wrong, Baby I…

An angry pandemic explodes throughout the globe. It leaves havoc wherever it settles. It destroys lives and dreams. It injures bodies and kills many who cannot fight this strange contagion. Some think this is the Season of the Witch or the Season of Death that…

for My Birthday Band “Life is a series of surprises and would not be worth taking or keeping if it were not.” Ralph Waldo Emerson My birthday this year in quarantine.I expected no cards or presents.I bought my own special cupcake and picked up Mexican…

So… I goofed and forgot the part of the prompt that said ‘ideal day’. I rushed to finish a proper one for the prompt but I am now late in posting because I spent too much time on a poem that only focused on imagery…

My son Jack is a phenomenon unto himself. He blows in and out, this way and that. Brilliance in a flash. Brown eyes beaming dimples gleaming. “It’s awkward to talk to flowers,” he says, moving my wildflowers from his sight line. He notices, fixes and…

Luxuriating in a blanket of cozy down, upon waking up.   Showering–spirts of bracing water tingle while warm water sooths.   Jane Austen now leans very close, her tales repeating charming adventures.   Refreshed by Jane’s Salacious gossip, plunging into a sparkling warm pool.  …

Give me your tired, your poor Emma Lazarus Step up! It is time to volunteer you who are old, on your last legs, a non worker, old trees, fallen brush, shrub sucklings, poor, homeless, tempest-tost, without an escape house, an essential worker, wrong color, and…