Why do I always do this to myself? Scary movie onscreen, my pick for the evening, but I’m the one hiding my face and closing my eyes. Most of the time it isn’t the images that bother me, but the noise. Surely some of that…

My closet is a cleaner’s dream a nightmare, truly stuffed with sweaters, pants, skirts; two full closets of dresses all hung so tightly impossible to pull one out. On the bottom are shoes- a hundred pairs I guess, all shapes and colors for day and…

I wore a lace kerchief kneeling with my great-grandmother in church. Holding it, putting it neatly over my hair, and sneaking a peek in the mirror, I always felt magic and a kinship with her and her far-away first home in Mexico. A doily was…

  It’s so quiet as dark, A path through woods Some unknown walked in this path, who was unseen Nature’s silence is a cool wind lullaby There are so many strategies and secrets on this path In Golden sun shade, rustling sounds whispers under the…

Inside my mirrored doors my dreams hide. My aims for a better body subside. Inside my two door wardrobe lies my wishes of running into you, in a flowery flowing top matching cute flats and form fitting jeans. Inside the metal and glass enclosures of…

A place to hang up all of my fears neatly tucked away only visible when I open the door   Sometimes it is better not to disturb the perfectly folded garments of pain it can leave you exposed

Sometimes it’s ok to be alone in the dark and sometimes it is good to emerge into the light Today I celebrate with my friends and tomorrow I spend my time with no one Grateful for poetry and dogs and the moon    

Each morning l greet you eager for your growth sunlight, water, fertilizer Hidden deep away from prying eyes a secret from a temper once lost but resting quietly now

Moving in like a fallen monolith fearing my breath will fade in the mist It has eyes circling like a hungry hawk engulfing everything around me as I wait to be a victim I will be carried away into a misty Gothic world a prisoner…

I have learned to keep my opinions   in a closet, since they will most likely be censored.   Not directly, of course, but so-called friends may well disown me.   The herd represents security for most people,   but for me it means I…