Unfortunately There are too many people And not enough ducks Yes, I said ducks!

Rest assured Feels calm Warm penetrating gleams of sunshine all day long Tastes like cinnamon with Naturally sweet Plaintains glazed and shared in mouths With blades of grass under feet Speaking in softness Wrapped in care Mysteries of the heavens manifesting there In full production…

Poem 3 A Conversation with my Father By: Ashley L Powers   Father, Can you hear me? It’s your daughter And I need to speak to you Father, can we talk for a moment? I need to spill my heart to you I’m lost I’m…

“Acceptance” by Mandy Austin Cook there it is! the human. it sparkles past in the shimmering glimpses  of full lips  caressing a  slightly gap- toothed smile the joyful hiccup of a laugh that warms everything around it like gentle silky wind chimes. let yourself be…

I glance outside as I pass the sliding glass door. I see the gazebo, the grass, the windmill. I seek out the sunflowers, for now there are two; And my Rose of Sharon opened up today.   Clouds are sparse, the sky so blue. No…

I heard the words you never want to hear He’s in the hospital I pulled together my determination He’s in the ICU I put together the dollars He will be there all week They told me it was Moloch who would kill my friends They…

This morning There is an unreasonable chill Cut blooming fire roses left on the ground last night’s offering On the longest day   The bar flies have flown away to slumber off the revelry and In a few hours May a sigh will escape from…

Along the east-side where the fae may roam outside my bedroom window is where the latest have grown   shrooms have sprouted where faerie feet have stepped today a four leaf clover with a couple daisies in my midst   if not for the prompt, they…

From the air the rift is obvious. Cascades, Sierra Nevadas — I see how the Earth folded herself, intimate and generous into the shift and spread.   Between us, the space is not so clear. I have bent, turned, given in, broken down and hidden…

On my favorite chair, cozy and comfortable, with the cool breeze passing me, I pondered on the third prompt. A voice broke the air, of a being who only hears the television, who calls out for people who never answer that, who remembers people who…