black butterflies dance on the wind in a cerulean sky a contrast of colors two black spots on a canvas of blue

Poem No. 8   I loved my mother with all my heart When my father died, she lived with me. She was happy, sang songs and said her prayers But she did not like the cold winters. My sister came and promised her Eternal sunshine…

Do you still put those tiny hands together Each morning in prayer Beside your little cribs? Do it! No matter how sleepy you are, Fall to your knees and shut your crystal eyes No matter how hungry you are for breakfast. For The One above…

Art can be made disappearing Against all eyes peering Authors writing in ink not seen Actors reciting thoughts for the screen Attendance does not make or break Attention does not denote celebrity Admission does not build recognition Appearing means nothing Art can be made disappearing

It was a promise made, between two friends, one sat on a swing and the other pushed up and down she went, tears rolling down her eyes He promised he would be strong, he would not cry, because he was a big boy, They remained…

All My Friends   All my friends have taught me something, maybe I’ve taught them something as well as if life has reason beyond what I think.   Pulling the curtain from here and now I see gossamer threads that patch together into a rich…

he said I was no spring flower a sachet of potpourri left on my bed I smooth the wrinkled sheets

An Ode for the Birds For Luna, Matilda, Minerva, Obi, Hazel, Freyja, Reddington, and Carson of the Eagle Creek Ornithology Center   Bird of prey, with the bad reputation You’re wild, you’re free– You lack the expected sweet disposition.   You belong here, in the…

she was the age I’m now, on the day she died too soon to say goodbye, so much to be missed   she kept the family tied together with an invisible thread she took with her on the day she died   I thought we…

Ive tried building poems like they were walls, that would withstand through the test of time. But all ive done was constructed walls, that have trapped me inside.   Ive tried sewing and stitching words together that could shelter you from the wind, but all…