Sitting in the grass fields, sucking on lavender roots; some bitter reminder that yesterday is forever gone.   Riding with no saddle along cobblestone roads, broken by centuries of chains. Confetti flecks of crimson.   Sunny hours marked by midday drizzles, and the prisms of…

Giving Birth   the blank page stares at me mockingly   breathe, push, fight concentrate come on, write!   pen to page words flow free POETRY!     (Tricube rules: three syllables per line, three lines per stanza, three stanzas per poem)

I saw wings fluttering and thought tis’ a butterfly It was a moth no worries though they all are beautiful!

As I walk through the forest deep, and look beyond through the trees. As I watch the sunlight filter through the leaves,  to give light through the darkness there, so I may see. Mother Earth, With every bloom,  with greenery all around, I feel the…

The siren sounds its warning, Every Saturday at noon. Because it’s every weekend, I hope we’re not immune. The weather can be wicked, Winds whipping wildly too and fro. Hail pounding the roof and siding, Causing worry down below. Rain falling in sheets, Wipers unable…

Duties, responsibilities Chores and what not Pushing you down Suffocating you With no way out   Hold your breath Push the worries aside You can do it! For you are a warrior  

Horticulturally lame my garden, half-way through June who knows how far into Midwestern growing season Weeds have a foothold but we have managed to keep the bulk of the interloping bastards at bay One pumpkin plant with two massive, yellow blossoms each bigger than the…

  Hour Three Pond   Standing by my pond… Bubbles rise next to boulders covered in moss with weeds popping out. Hummingbird buzzes by, Robin flutters remind me to get out of my head in a flapping wings kind of way. Gargantuan deep green leaves…

My mother is a great cook You can tell from the tantalizing aroma that wafts through the kitchen doors Swinging between sweet and savoury My taste buds ache with lingering torture pulling me to the source and the end Egusi soup made of vegetable, sweat…

a borrowed view ________________ today the wind – eclipsing bird speak as each claims space along cedar bough or fence post against the greying sky – wing beats of a fly like a bow-tied helicopter a hailstorm of chestnut – husks knocking against the deck…