Hour Three BY HIS GRACE Sunset of life, but the dawn of a new day. She says she is six, but she’s really Seventy-six. She says she’s playing dress-up with Sister, when really she’s getting her gown tied up in the back. In her mind’s…

Hair flowing loosely with flowers falling with each step, her tambourine flicking sparks with each rattle, wrapped shirt tails revealing she now has a bejewelled belly button flicking light matching the mirrors in her blousing loose cotton maxi skirt, Janis Joplin has just arrived on…

It is here I choose to take refuge and rediscover the calling of my heart beat in his. The echo of his voice reverberates sweet thoughts in my ears. He loves without limits and this is what I desire. This is exactly what my heart…

Bangkok, Chao Phraya Tsunami travel dreams   New York, Broadway underwater tours, Lady Liberty’s wet bloomers, It’s up to you.   Houston, We have a problem Major Tom Can you hear me?   Shanghai Play umbrella chess The skyscrapers shrink back from the sky. Check…

Looking at the sign I pondered It was a lady/tiger decision One that could not be changed Would I choose eternity? With all the world’s problems, I don’t think so… But I don’t want to leave the planet just yet, either. Several people with walkie…

“there’s a sale on grill pans, honey”, she says “we have two pans already”, I reply “those aren’t for grilling. Costco has a special if we join—free paper towels, and pizza”, she says “we’ll need a larger closet and freezer”, I reply she smiles and…

I used to spill the words, effortlessly pouring. Sometimes they’d slosh, unexpectedly, over the edge. Now I’ve stoppered them up. The bottle sweats. Pressure builds whenever shaken. Wait. Don’t Open. Else the words will Erupt.

I do not love the green crayon, a boring or sinister themed tone from those who are left handed, except those other shadows are lavender, old fashioned, pale peach, rare and slight, yellow like not fully ripe bananas. trim the black dress with lace, startle…

I covered the pain I didn’t thought of I got, Yes I m strong enough to hold. I have never asked anybody to make me feel special, As I know nobody stay so long whom I told. Yes sometimes emotion makes me breath less, And…

Black Highway at Night   Black highway at night and I am I I am the driver   Black highway at night and the signs flash past one potato two potato three potato four mile upon mile, star upon star.   I am the driver…