I am often alone Don’t seem to be liked No one to call a friend I’m a seamstress I’m a hunter Yet my skills are overlooked And I’m doomed to the destiny Of the soul of a shoe

The shaking of our world is when the seas are warming and the glaciers are melting as the daily march of news which we all can see and feel is filtered out by us all in our attempt to remain blind to what our 5…

so bravely riding a gossamer to worlds unknown not my dream just a spider

Moving Day – End of the month and it is raining. The truck we booked is late and the house, a dangerous mess of life, packed in boxes to trip over. So, we slow the pace, nestle together on the veranda and read Aesop’s fables,…

At one point It all becomes a part of us The fire within strikes despite being flooded with the water inside of us the air we breathe is everywhere at the same time it is within us when we die, we return to dust and…

homage to T. S. Eliot’s “Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufock” and the following line: “In the room the women come and go, talking of Michelangelo.” When finally you were seven, old enough to ride in my car, in the two miles in took us to…

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way… – Dylan Thomas, ‘Do not go gentle into that good night’ We tend to ignore those who play it safe; the wild among us celebrated…

Mommy, It hurts me when you cry It hurts me when you ask why? I know you never wanted to say good bye. Mommy, I know you love me I know you miss me And I want you to know I’m watching over you now….

Searching for a little girl, skin black ,she doesn’t matter Searching for a her in the midst of the clatter of missing white guys ,searching for a high, led to death Found Abigail behind her home tears in her eyes, bruising on her thighs ….

she hides my keys when i try to leave   heart breaks to not always stay   i’d move into the attic sleep on scratchy carpet choking 3rd floor air to be able to bound down the stairs to her room morning first thing  …