Resurrection Your ghosts versus our ghosts Crying out each other hoarse Raising toast to the last drop of wine And they say Ahoy! The graveyard’s now ancient Yet there’s no undergrowth Like a king’s palace Of yester years They cry for the summoner Ahoy! Resurrection,…

She has not had to deal with me in a whole half a year. She eats what she wants, when she wants, usually cookies, too much coffee, and too little water. She takes, or doesn’t take, her medicines as she remembers or doesn’t remember. If…

CAT STEPHENS (a Kennings Poem)   Face licker Door greeter Bed warmer Intruder warner Squirrel chaser Snack master Porch sitter Bone chewer Sun soaker Crumb muncher Bath dodger Flea Scratcher Street Walker Yard waterer Family lover Heart stealer

I decided to see if I could put both the trapped and locked out…turned out I could:   i am a good girl blasted bottle said “drink me.”   i am a good girl i do what i am told in this world of men…

Music can be Intrusive, distracting during my writing time lyrics carry me off topic deep beats, groovy melodies I’m listening more than I’m writing Snapping my fingers and bobbing my head I can’t get it done this way, frustrated Something had to change Opened up…

Wagons dirt roads trails rarely traveled were traveled by us Memories of those times stick to my ribs satisfying my taste buds I’ve been in the the eye of the storm and its satisfying in what it provides….    

Our Big Brother is a cloud of rotten eggs that doesn’t dissipate, infiltrating all realms His thought police work overtime as his malodorous vapors penetrate all axons and neurons We smell it but doublespeak teaches us that old and new creations stories have replaced known…

I won’t be able to do my usual Napping Hour haikus at this rate… but hey it’s a new way to experience the Marathon. Another short’un whilst I get on with my date…. Over and done with Servitude and solitude A new life awaits

I see you now in my mind!   How frail you were many years ago! Your white hair all pinned up neatly in a bun. Sometimes you would sit in your chair trying to listen to all of us, your little great grand children, as…

I should be writing a poem right now But all I can think about is you and the way your lips taste and how bad I’m craving you and your smell and the way your eyes look when you slide into my core The wind…