I loved this song!  I wrote the poem while I listened to it.  I have never done this before. Usually I listen to the song and write after. I found that little pieces of the song would jump out and find their way into the…

Tattoos on each extremity, a barbell through my tongue, a squid trails behind my ear. Outside in the sunshine I feel most at home amongst blossoms and leaves. How naturally unnatural I am.

The empty classroom echoed, books boxed, papers filed, shelves clean, awaiting the new year. The busy classroom echoed, papers shared, problems discussed, bodies in motion, energized by the new day. I yearn for both.

The orange tabby kittens were found together. Brothers of other mothers, bonded yet the same. A package deal for adoption, they came home.   She was one of three remaining in the litter. Wrinkled, wriggling, wrestling with her siblings. She was smaller, then she grew….

From another day and far away soft memories like ghosts float through my mind and ruffle my soul. A love of simple things, long summer days, kind people with flaws, baby goats, big dogs. Our young eyes saw everything. We noticed small changes and wondered…

My brain is starting to hurt. My mind is weary. I’m not sure I’m doing this right. New stuff is scary. It’s like standing naked in front of an audience and you’re all hairy- especially if you’re prone to like being a hair-free zone. It…

how do you explain what is beyond words? something that grounds more than roots and nurtures more than flowing water encourages more than summer sunshine supports steadier than sailing on wind matters more than air in lungs is more necessary than safe embraces? how do…

Many things I treasure Strong coffee, family, and love Puppies and babies. Other things are less a pleasure Smelly socks, onions, and rudeness Durian and hate. ….the feels are so intense.

An Iowa dusk finds me falling, helpless, into an endless sky. On a road far before me a farm truck spins a cloud of dust that blossoms gold in the evening light as the vehicle disappears. Farm houses lay silent, close and flat to a…

Travel thru the mirror Where my face used to be No wrinkles Where my neck was smooth and silky Travel to before the gray tinge And the small hump forcing me to lean forward Travel thru the mirror Where innocence lived Where Love was simple…