Dear Life, I owe you a Thank You and a Promise. Thank You for all the lessons you gave me when I fell down. I Promise you that I won’t give you the chance to make me fall twice for the same reason So help…

he carved my lips with a rusted spoon one that Gulliver might use. the rust a crusty blood stain on the stainless steel. the spoon dull from overuse, the Lilliputians moving it            in and out of the mouth as I lay bound. he scooped…

Here I am running down the road just a top notch girl taking a morning stroll words have just a little note twitching all around my throat oh how do I sing a song when all I hear is a rumbling song spinning round and…

Many moods of life they seem to tick so bright left alone in the rain shadows hoover beneath the pain. All rights reserved copyrighted(c) 2017 Roxann A Harvey

I driving round my old street in West Philly Got my dizzy feeling sick Nothing left but a trash filled lot What happened to the millions Obama sent this way, to fix the streets and make places for children to play What’s up with pop…

Sneaking around them bars Playing women like your guitar That smile doesn’t sway me Those rockin sounds won’t change a thing Guitarman let it loose Play so silky smooth Burnin them strings Givin it hell on that stage What happens there, null and void Ain’t…

Don’t stand that way – disgusted. You are not a jilted lover or a poor peasant. You are not quite ready, yet. Your jewelry waits on the bedstand. But I, my Love, cannot wait. I dream of releasing your hair clip and catching your locks…

Not too many things I can say I have done to completion determination to see this thu for that exact reason I had lot’s of help encouraging me to the finish my hubby and kids the two dogs even a friend or two everyone who…

Foot puddles Hands in beads The tiny tufts at the back Of my brothers relieved hair cut needs Chickadees   Learning to cope at a young age Gives fuel for freedom now Then it felt like waiting Did not know I was preparing or how…

These are my favorite kinds of mornings: Gray dawn Water on the air Scent of wet dirt Low clouds.   The thing about this kind of morning is that I could be anywhere. If I sit still long enough, just sit in my own memory,…