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….

Fireworks sparking into the night Reflections on the lake. Mountains soaring up so high Emotions filling my head.        I tripped.          We kissed.      I ran and hid. My shy embarrassment out of hand. I look back with…

Tap Dancing on Puddles VCS He went out the door at noon He arrived at the pub at two By three or four he was playing billiards After seven in the evening He couldn’t recall If he’d told his wife Where he’d been off to…