I walked the line along the tracks. Two iron straights connected by wooden slats. The end would bring the answer if I kept on the straight and narrow. No turning back. No veering off. Just straight and narrow. In the end, though, it was my…

questions crocus is the first flower of spring, unless you count snowdrops…depending where you live i guess like this place centred in light from trees longing to be outside again not trapped in this bar(ren)eness of whatever was left behind to be gathered up, witnessed…

There’s a particular poison in personhood, knowing the antagonists of our ancestry swept away the sacred stewardship carefully cultivated by said sorry savages   The woodland withered while the waters ran dry down to the roots; now the tallgrass ghosts blister and burn, but the…

Prompt #1 After Diana Khoi Nguyen This is how she found me the past draped around me like a cloak. A box full of pictures and memories, a kiss on the cheek at Whatcom Falls from when I used to visit years ago a different…

In a land far away, far away, there were suddently hostility toward the young women who wanted to study at the high schools. Suddeny, out of no where, the schools were target of chemical attacks. Results: headache, vomiting, and fainting of innocent young women That…

MY NEW FRIEND Suddenly I saw flashes of light I thought the heavens have now descended on earth My laptop started beeping Crazy signals and funny codes light up its screen A strange page opens Asking me to write what’s in my mind I asked…

Sarah was so angry it hurt my heart. Yes, her Pierre was flagrant, hyperbolic, gregarious, But he’d never before brought home a model to paint. Here in her home. This special place. Thank God the children are away. Slim, blond, vivacious, the intruder’s energy mirrored…

Bronzed skin catches dying light Muscles flex, heaving, at the end of the chase Her breath slows, though she sits anxious still She waits for the wood to darken– she moves best in the moonlight A familiar bush sits to her left and she smirks,…

Puppeteers  (Poem 5)     suspicious muddy boot prints brazenly left and obviously meant to be seem unless the perpetrator wanted to throw us off the track of what’s really the score   or maybe it was someone so oblivious that they were just bumbling…

The worst thing has happened of all our fears Our little one, our child, has disappeared. She was safe and secure, and tucked away, home from middle school one September day, alone–yet she truly wished to belong, but now she’s gone, what could have gone…