High above Looking down Everything seems so small from up here Like a miniture town designed for child’s play Mini buildings Mini cars Mini figures racing back and forth Who is the child leading us on our way Do they wish us well Taking care…
Category: Miscellaneous
Run the world
Even in his youth He ran to the village Where he invested Yelling things not understood Often venting about how little he knew So he ran again endlessly to find The world Until it was his
Ode to my Pen
You set me Free through your thick black ink pouring through your golden tip We have seen the world together, you and I, Through 26 letters You have never let me down or high or run dry I plan to keep you locked in between my…
Crowded solitude
I live a quiet life. I’m a mostly quiet wife in a necessarily quiet house – I’d rather be alone than in a group, I operate better that way. but that’s the tricky part. – the voices in my head — you’re not [________]…
In Praise of Garden Tomatoes
Today it rained and then the sun burst through and more rain, and more sun tomatoes on the vine burst into crimson I pull one from its stem still wet, still warm sink my teeth into its paper thin flesh juice runs down my chin I suck the seeds…
Hour Ten: To Books
To Books They’re home to me, books, my history, my medicine, my love They’re the ship, the map, the X and the trove Friend, foe Wound, woe Bound, free Ink on pulpy tree
Prompt Hour Ten–a poem of praise
Mirrored Love My body is not young and tight, its skin is no longer taut. Crow’s feet fan from my eyes, and freckles speckle my face and arms. Hardened callouses encrust the heels of my feet, their edges split and bleed in the cold. A…
HOUR TEN
The Past: A Haiku Stars of memories dusting off the clouds we see Truth trickling down
6 pm
your manic stage take brings to mind the house of mirrors at a carnival; the closer you come, the more You begin to see the distortion. lean in, ‘bother it like a chained dog. not too close for it will suck you in and you…
HOUR 10 Missing you…
MISSING YOU… I had no idea that your death would mean the death of me. Well a part of me. The part that loved you, more than I knew. You among many, always stood out. Your laughter and kindness never diminished, no matter what. …