Within us there is a highway, its epicenter, the heart. A natural pump, made of cardiac muscle. Blood, the nutrient supplier zips along this interstate of arteries and veins. As the cargo is emptied, it returns to the heart, entering the right atrium, where it…

You Say the Heart is a Muscle But I say it’s an eggplant, ready to soak up whatever flavor you put it in, adding a chewiness necessary for a good vegetarian dish. You say the heart is a jackfruit difficult to prepare, but a delight…

Going to Winter Jam with My Fellowship Group Who Only Befriend Their Pasts & Everyone in Them I press my spine into back porch, snow-snakes spindling on dry avenue, a windscape. I try to lock the door behind me to a house that is not…

the hours are changing and it not going to be our time much longer, your going to see a shift in my words; just wait…

#Prompt 15 The cut was clean The red liquid bright A numbness settling A decision so fast Everything lost to world The chain that bind me They break slowly As the blood seeps Adrenaline pushed Heart worked harder Made my work easy By sending blood…

One young lady from perth, Had decided to travel the earth, But she did not have a car, So she couldn’t get very far, And had to stay on her own turf.

She got into her wedding gown, She wore beautiful flowers in her hair, She carried magical secrets in her eyes, Together they walked down the aisle, She received a warm welcome, As they entered a new life, She was now someone’s wife.   She left…

Time Warner Cable sucks. Since 2 pm this afternoon, I have struggled to find Internet … from visiting the coffee shop to sitting in a hotel parking lot, and even visiting Macdonalds. You see, my internet stopped working sometime after my 1pm post and the…

Mirror, Mirror, what do I see? I see a blue eyed infant, Gazing intently at me. A lively being full of love and grace, The innocent smile is unmistakable, Yet, never leaves his angel like face. Mirror, Mirror, What do I see? I see an…

As a hot Indian summer’s day winds down, giving away to the cool, dark, evening, A fair Indian maiden can see shadows, Dancing in the Cherokee Moonlight. As she sits in her room, Gazing wishfully outside, She sees shadows fall, On the Cherokee Moonlight. Looking…