No home

The sun on my back The wind in my hair Some people may say that Im poor My life i wont trade For their masquerade To me its their life thats a bore A suit for a backpack High heels for boots City lights for…

No Home

Home was a person with two sets of brown eyes and a wrinkled face. She was My heart, my rock, my caretaker, my everything… Fuck you, Death! You took my home away! She was my mother, my father, my grandmother, and grandfather. She filled the role…

Limerick of Jack and Jill

A clear, flowing river in the middle of the desert, where the water was dry, John and Jill fetched water to spill, to see Jack and Jane rolling the sandy hills. Let’s continue while taking a nap, I’ll tell you a fable and it’s all…

Praise #10

I took a day to mentally prepare, I walk up to you in my skirt, I enjoy the sunlight before I climb in, to sit on the dirt, You make me feel safe, you let me know I am cared for, I know at the…

An Ode to Old Odes and Poets We Owe

Keats was the guy our English teachers fawned all over ‘Ode on a Grecian Urn’ spellbound many a napping student, when not making their stomachs churn Coleridge, Wordsworth, Shelley all dutifully took their turns more recently was Neruda, in love with socks – a sartorial,…

Hour Eight: Omens.

He sat back in an abandoned complex, flirting with the evening, touching her pretty flesh, he’s so lovely, he is, puncturing fragile skin, and summoning demons when he breathes. I felt the world at the tip of his fingers, as he brushed stardust across the…

Invisible

Everyday I catch them staring Trying to figure out if they should trust me Trying to decide whether they should give Or if they should pretend I don’t exist But out here I am invisible whether they physically see me or not I feel worthless…

roof of stars

Today I awoke I’m glad I woke up again! I’m on a roll, 69 years so far There were fluttering waxwings to greet me Yesterday there were robins and crows the day before I like waking to the birds above my head. I rolled up…

Mountain Climber

    The mountain is steep I inhale fresh air and smile I love the journey (I’m behind. eek!)

Rv’s Are Homes Too

My hubby wanted a house, so I chose an RV. “It is homey” I argued . Well no choice now its on the fly.  The ceiling’s low, and the fridge is small, but we can eat out is all. Family is where the heart is,…