Dancing Dad   Dancing down the street, show tunes, to the beat. Smiles and “how are you?”, he really cared to know it too. Be cheerful on his wall, and be grateful written tall. Living one day at a time, it didn’t have to rhyme….

My jeans. They’re kind of rough to the touch, and button-up blue, which is okay with me. The lower cuffs are stiff with dried dew from the grasses I walked through this morning. The sun shone dimly red from the wildfire up north. It looked…

Halfway Through this has to make do I’m already far behind enjoy this haiku.

Hey guys listen up from someone who is shy From her meek little smiles to her words that say why Underestimate not what this shy one can do She can move every mountain and might defeat you Hey guys listen up from someone so secretive…

  Inside Out   I sit here in prison. Alone.   Johnny Cash playin’. He’s right. Sound of trains tortures me.   It just took a few seconds.   It’s been twenty-three years. I don’t think about it no more.   Because it also tortures…

Intersectional feminism is the only feminism, I say, As the gentleman across from me pouts and scoffs, Says he is all for women’s rights but Black Lives Matter has gone too far, And Jordan Peterson may just have a point. He betrays his own ignorance;…

Reversed I held his large, gnarled hand and knew unconditional love and safety as I gazed upward at my father’s face. My well-being depended on the strength of this one person, reliable and unfailingly kind, his lightly seamed face smiling down at me. The years…

I hear the chilling sound of his voice as I recognize behind me–the cold click-clack of the shotgun loading. Barely able to breathe, I lift my eyes from the plates in my hands to see his reflection, in the window over the sink. I see…

Yuletide greetings in August, The sky turning black in the middle of the day, A world of selfishness balanced by gentle moments of compassion. Knowing what would come, Would Emily Dickinson have followed Queen Victoria and Prince Albert with girlish glee? or Could she have…

I wear my heart on my sleeve My spleen likes to ride on my shoulder My pancreas dictates everything I do   My right calf prefers to be known as Fred My boobs do whatever they want My liver encourages them   I have a…