You don’t have to write to write a poem– sometimes you can be a writer; sometimes, you just need to be.

still i exhume no worry when i see sun spears glinting around your head, poised to strike us down. on bear lake the wind got so heavy our boat drifted off with two anchors down. i would dash your name in the dust-film of old…

Why don’t you stay awhile? The water’s warm, the dog don’t’ bite You have time to make time and I can make it worth your while.   The water’s warm, the dog don’t bite there’s worse ways to spend a day, and I can make…

Politics   Politics has become like the beating of a drum talk instead of mum but our lives can come undone. Like the beating of a drum talk show radio has its scum but our lives can come undone like you’re a tree and they’re…

i want to taste the air that you have been breathing while we were meshed, tangled, and sweaty my fondest memory on that blue and white checkered couch when I felt all of you slide into all of me and those hours slipped away nothing…

I was so excited about this year’s marathon but went on an unexpected last minute holiday and have been without Wi-Fi all week. The poetry marathon has already started – I have just got home (9.30pm UK time) after a 7 hour drive, and so cannot…

As I stare into the midnight sky She smiles down Showering her pale light Upon my face She smiles down Her light kisses the treetops. Upon my face, She places a kiss Her light kisses the treetops As I stare into the midnight sky She…

DRONE THIS!! I’m in a field flying high with a  toy called Drone.   Flying high feeling high in a Drone’s minds eye.   Feeling high with your minds eye drives me crazy   With your drone in play driving me crazy I give up!    

My grandson loves to play with slime, It’s never been a friend of mine. It’s gooey, sticky and yucky, The color of it is very mucky. He loves it though I don’t see why, He even tried to make some, My oh my!

He is truly my medieval knight; I seek him again this life. Maybe it’s a memory? Or perhaps a book I read. I seek him again this life. He existed then, he must now! Or only lives in a book I read. How can I…