This flower is red Like my memory of you So fragile and fierce Mended by clotted blood Easily crushed by bullets In the pages of the newspaper. The bravest thing I will ever do Is to stay home and love you.

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A Blessed Day   Having my cold morning feet warmed by soft pillows. Waking up to the aroma of hot coffee with cream. Arranging the white living-room curtains to shade my eyes from the rising sun. Reading several daily newspapers on my i-pad. Peering into…

Night has always been so boring unless you touched my body, where your cuddle is soothing makes my heart hooting. The night brings screams of love you kiss me most, the way hate is lost. Flight is your and mine I want all nights just…

Best Day    The crux of it all, head in hands, slouched over  in a ball.  Breath came in blasts.  The shape of a slam wild card winner.  Before the stage was spot lighted,  the audience decked out in front,  my arms and hands full…

  Your lips gently graze mine Our hands melded together Their warmth touching my heart The ocean mist caresses our cheeks The sun begins it’s dip Blazing the sky with soft yellows, soothing pinks A hint of deep purple Birds swipe at the sky with…

Leave, leave me alone on this mat to heal. I am not here for publicity or exposure. Leave, leave me alone. Let me cry, let me laugh, let me exhale, let me inhale please! Get out of my space and my head.

1. A little sunshine 2. Five borrowed thunderstorms 3. Sad violin music the neighbour used to play 4. A heart, preferably drooping 5. A tiny scream There are no right proportions, it all goes in You’ll know its ready when your eyes start pouring.

My dead cousin climbed down from one in a dream. He told me it was easier. The second time he appeared after his death, he climbed down from one with my assistance. He had leaves in his hair. I have dreamed of him again since…

Wake up to the morning light through curtains, Freshen up to the sounds of the city cars honking, skidding to a halt, sirens heard with the soft cries, a baby asks to eat. The whiff of coffee is strong to nose — enough to stay…