I peer over the shoulders of strangers, a tourist in my own body. Am I here? I ask myself, nonexistent until noticed. No one turns back, meets my gaze, and sheepishly glances away. Their attention is focused forward, to a future misted and glazed into…

Pic #1 Inside the air conditioned bus, playing ‘We don’t talk anymore’ loud in my ears, I leaned back and closed my eyes. A sudden break,it hurt my forehead. Next to me,a child was looking at me, curiously,her smile enigmatic. It was raining outside, with…

in the beginning the centre is forever forever begins in the centre where love makes us all in the likeness of itself   love wept for gratitude so that water filled spaces love could not reach.   the heartbeat followed: resonance of drum beats in…

remembered to the land The day I read: “the land remembers you, even when you are lost,” I stopped, lowered the book, and wept for every speck of dirt left behind in places where I left my name, ragged and bleeding, while newly, unfurled leaves…

A Paradelle: A green realm, surrounded by birch A green realm, surrounded by birch Within the branches, fairies play Within the branches, fairies play Branches play within a birch realm, The fairies – surrounded by green Blossoms litter the forest floor Blossoms litter the forest…

When the dandelions bloom, some think of them as weeds, But bumblebees and honey bees glean nectar as they feed. The lovely dandelion gives nourishment, so fair, To creatures that buzz around and fly high up in the air. Whoever that decided that they were…

Slowly slowly I am slipping Yet more quickly I am sipping What once approached The alchemical Has steered its way To the all comical And if you think This poem’s a gimmick Then please avoid The next hour’s limerick

  Prompt 21, Hour 17 Use one or more of the following images as a jumping off point to write a poem   A riot of bright colors A collage of vibrant dreams A rollercoaster of emotions A garden of positive thoughts A universe of…

Wild child, with dandelion dreams painting clear skies  with dandelions floating mid air suspended in divinity  making wishes come true.  Wild child with a wild heart so open  so raw so vulnerable so pure. So full of love  and kindness it’s almost infectious. Tender heart …

Dismal 1am A cold, strong coffee writing at the old notebook