Here am I The Beggar Queen Irresistibly disheveled Scraping knees, grasping hands And begging in the smallest voice Please tell me- am I pretty? There are you The Mummer King Unfailingly disarming Stroking skin, cupping chin I’m begging with the biggest eyes Please love me-…

Oh, say can you see by the dawn’s early light What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight, O’er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming? And the rocket’s red glare, the…

Pins and pockets are a must If you leave your hair down, pack an extra hair tie If you usually wear your hair up, pack an extra hair tie Money, of course Probably a lot of it Some little form of carrying tote for memorabilia–…

How can one describe what’s empty and what’s void? To those who’ve never seen it, what use does it afford? There is only One, who knows just how it was, And believing what He did, takes faith in things above. For God commanded all that…

Image courtesy of Gerd Altmann at Pixabay   Before everything, there was only darkness And vacuum And then a slight amount of activity began… exactly when, is anyone’s guess but it was a long long time ago… when the time came that which was the…

THE BEGINNING A bright light, bombardments, fumes all around, witnessing death in front of the eyes the early living beings stayed in tight hugs. THE END Church bells strike violently, Tempest gaining strength every second, birds,animals,insects all in fury, the mansions man carefully built,killing him….

Driving up, your glow swells & opens, like the air is a curtain you can part to engulf me. There is no better sight than my own messy table, my laptop the intermingling of our everyday clutter. Some days, I come home to roasted vegetables…

Parched and twisted, my mind reflected the desert surrounding me this last year, emptied and lost. The sun there scorches and thins all it touches, a child’s plastic rattle half buried in the ocher dust shattered in my hand when pulled, brittle shards, and I…

Sticks and Stones   Words penetrate flesh, piercing my heart.   My mouth moves. I scream. Silence. (A hay(na)ku poem is composed of three lines, the only rule being one word in the first line, two words in the second, and three words in the…

Sshhh, silence echoes What a thought, shooting star Catch it, light it on fire and set it free Dancing in circles, surround by watchers A separation between space and time, thought. In the beginning was an idea. And we Dance. The darkness in man has…