Eyes open slowly, adjust in the dark. Pressure. Shallow breaths, shallow breaths. Lips purse, I scream. Sweat pools around the nape of my neck, dripping down my back. The air is thick inside.   Sunglasses secured into place, it’s bright outside. Sunny. Cool air pours…

Those who judge us are merely those who see what we show them. They simply point is out as the black sheep, Because we don’t follow their rules. We are  the ones creating this world, While they simply live in it. Watch them as they…

My head is pounding with ideas fighting to be heard. I’m straining to listen. There’s so many. I can’t concentrate. It seems overwhelming.   So I put my pen to paper and sigh a breathe of relief, As the thoughts I couldn’t hear S P…

I sat on an old wishing chair A whining, rickety one at that I said, “To Paris, away with flair But it stood there looking like a doormat ” Fly”, I said, “or i’ll thrash you without care” “I must see Notre Dame and the…

The sun glitters Off the lake water Until it burns Your irises And you squint Across the liquid surface To the forest across. You hold on To the edge of the dock Feeling course wood Grate against your palm The cool mist That lingers on…

the big fish when i visit the whale he is alone somewhere off the cold pacific coast singing a playfully melancholy refrain across a 1000 miles he eyes me with utter disdain yes whales can (or he could) disdain with the best of them “doubting…

A quarter is a fortune when you’re young And the machines at the grocery store hold precious treasure A quarter once could buy a phone call Before there was a phone in every purse and pocket to be used at your leisure A quarter could…

the unraveling _______________ ill-lit the space cramped i feel my way with shaking hands un- familiar, earth damp knowing i’m not in command of my thoughts. the direction unknown i travel forward for nights on end memories upturned, not sown a fork in the brain…

Your face was troubled. Expressions of fear and worry on your brow. As the days pass by so slowly, Your breathing is becoming rattled and labored now. Two images in the darkness again appear. One of peaceful countenance as you lie so still. The other…

Twelve next month, that preteen brink. I have a new step-daddy, a new baby sister too! Momma is so happy, I think-                   with everyone but you.   Says I must deserve the welt from the tops…