Defiance: a daring and bold resistance Your hair defies gravity Climbing toward the sky Yearning to meet the clouds From whence you came Your skin defies the rays of the sun Absorbing its light Warm golds Deep blues Rich browns Containing stardust Your smile defies…

Dear Jimmy,   I’m sitting here on my deck, drinking a beer, and thought I’d scribble you a note. I know you’re on that never-ending fishing trip with the Lord, but I just wanted you to know that you’re not missing out on much down here…

The summer I was sixteen you yet weren’t was unlike all other summers we had shared till then neighboring grandparents each with our own seasonal haven – you with two sisters, a brother I just had me Our side of Horseshoe Lake summer home to…

Eyes drift open Yawns fly from my lips with a buzz My arms stretch the lengths of the earth And it’s time to go   Car gulping down gas My map tattooed into my skin Icy water ready at a snap Music swelling and falling…

hit pause look upward feet grounded on earth sky sifted through leaves down to my eyes fractals finding a home in my mind I inhale I exhale I lose balance and smile [Prompt 5: photo of sky through trees]

Glistening through trees, Into the misted garden, Sunlight kissed the blossoms.

Dear Mom, It has been— Only last January?  February? I am glad you are gone. And, I’m sad, too.   It has been— A short, long while? A long, short while? When we celebrated— The memories of You.   I am glad you’re gone. Death…

24 poems  “The Dinner Party”   Two Days Before   Is this quell before the storm so veritable scratching my head in that pause, invariably   most dishes, too soon now but I must keep going the clock is ticking so I must confirm where…

  Yellowed leaves dance in mournful fashion on sycamore branches that reach the sky. Lost in a canopy, an intricate pattern of leaf and stick towering high above. Soon all the branches will be bare, stark A brutal truth that comes for us all and…

When I was young I was quite the adventurous bundle With wide eyes and chubby legs made to trundle They took me many places Into the sagebrush forest Across cacti fields To the umbrella tree These were sacred spaces I followed imprints in the sand…