Deep Waters

The sound of the waves hypnotize me The salty smell draws me near as I deeply take in the wondrous creation of life living among the horizon. The stillness and the rage excite my imagination I runs my toes through the soft sand and feel…

Aging

Would someone please help me find my keys?  I’ve looked in the living room, dining room, and on the kitchen sink. I have checked the bedroom, refrigerator, everywhere that I could think. Asked the dog, his head said no Asked the cat, but, well you know…

Preserves

we finally ran out of summers you could keep in mason jars on your shelf and every time I remember something I am just remembering the last time I remembered it the last of the home-canned tomatos are emptied into the soup and it won’t…

Prompt# 16 Alladin’s jinn

I am Jinn the jeanie Who hid her weenie In her jeans and waddled in smiling into everybody’s dreams They kept me bottled in didnt let me find the free-way to escape from the lamp’s tunnel at the end of which I held the light Then Alladin happened…

Requiem for ice cream

The sun, Harsh, unforgiving, on my face, Scorching my arms, Legs, Every inch of exposed skin reddened, sore. I spy the ice cream shop across the street. I enter. I order a double mocha ice cream on a sugar cone. It’s as expensive as any…

Last Yesterdays

  Scars from 18 years ago   mark your shoes.   The lost yesterdays   sing tunes –   you’ve forgotten the words.       Dirt devils skip down   that sidewalk you once walked.   A penny looks up from the dirt —…

Silence (poem 16)

Silence in between spaces separate minds adrift thieves hiding in forests of endless night the last flicker like fireflies and tireless symphonies staccato and certain of nothing except for the next note and the next gunpowder sweet and mail order religion lost and found and…

#17 Loss – a non cliche poem

Tough. Strong. Controlled. Measured. The singular event, situation, surprise that can eliminate the confidence of an individual of any status is loss. Even when anticipated, it is the cause of doubt. Impacting those who are organized and exude perfection in the least flattering of ways….

To Broodily go (17th Hour)

I want to lay my head on the grass and have mother envelope me Grow above and over me t Swallow me whole My soul wants to stomp hard, barefoot on the ground Breaking Earth letting my foot slip pass the turning core While my…