She is cloaked in shadow. Her hair all aglow. Wild strands form a halo around her darkenend face. She moves extemporaneously to the beat of a rhythm we can’t see. She holds firefly pearls in a strand of rope as far as the eye can…

Alki Beach Treats   Catch the breeze, salty air, long ago I was there, daily. Walks with friends, sit awhile, cop a smile, peace lives next door. Ignore the crowds, beach ball and games, they have no shame. Pebbles and seaweed, shells and driftwood, the…

Grandmother’s wallpaper has seen many things, Marriages, babies, family gatherings, Tears of a mother, tears of a child, A reassuring hand and chastise so mild. Small sticky fingers clutching apron strings, Grandmother’s wallpaper has seen many things, Jelly and cream, egg custard and tea, Sello-taped…

a cherita our family home on sale a towel to protect me from a few decades of dust I climb into the attic to try and salvage a memory or two

Storm Think of me when thunder bursts through dark skies. Only then will you know the tears I’ve cried. Remember me when lightning brightens your path, It’s a gift both precious and stark. You didn’t understand my pain And took my feelings in vain. You…

I keep making wishes Throwing coins into the fountains I pass But my coins are made of paper Quick to dissolve Like my hopes for anything To come my way Yet I still do this My trail can followed by the bits of crumpled paper…

Life is but a vapor We wake We arise We go And we do Not knowing what life holds in front of us What we will run into Do we believe? Do we understand? Do we know what happened if I sudden accident we die…

Halls lined with lockers Memories of the metal clang. Fill my mind with the dread of the awkward feelings caused by insecurity. My heart pounds at the sight of the library where I fell in love with books and found an escape from surroundings until…

Ideas are things, I don’t need to tell you this. Like the thought of her lips touching when you kiss Or the sting of death on your mind, painful abyss 2 shots ring, thankful you miss. Ideas are things, they’re the seeds of our reality…

The hallways smelled of whatever her neighbors were cooking. Sauteed onions, roasting beef, frying chicken. Her own apartment was neat, orderly and filled with treasures; a blown glass grand piano, oil paintings by her mother, small shelves filled with items gathered in her world travels….