Blinded by your deceptive Neptunium haze you caught my passionate Plutonian gaze and you hypnotize me in the night you silently seized my vulnerable light. Irresistible, you’re sinfully sweet with your honey-suckled laced lips— tasted like orange blossom drips— A most dreamy hallucinogen mixed with…

Do you remember, Wayne? (an epistolary from long ago) Ann WJ White When your kiss lightly touched my lips, you fled the room back to your world? You left me standing, holding my breath. Suddenly, I was aware you were gone for good, before you…

Fridays are Saturdays and I forget you play your virtual game with friends, all fellow D&D nerds. I retire to another room to read while your character wards off evil. Sundays are Mondays, and we play 70’s music and call it Coffeehouse Day. We might…

He is a lovely jailor who loves me in cage of his arm, making me warm. His kiss is a miss that’s why I am piss. my god knows how my cleavage survive without his bite, while I miss that lovely ride craving to be…

Dear Daddy, You still visit in my dreams. I miss you being here, of course. You’d be really old, too. Still, there’s so much I’d like to know. You left so long ago, and I thought I’d remember it all. I do and I don’t….

Melodies of midnight! It may kill you inside But will always heal you back It will embarrass you horribly But someday will be your pride It may be way too sweet But sometimes, also, the spice of life Black. Sometimes too white. The grey melodies…

The word Promise shouldn’t exist in any language— For it allows an easy perverted manipulation of the heart and subjects those who believe in it to be left open— vulnerably desecrated to a point that is cruel. A promise presupposes honor and should dispose of…

Injustice in America Form: The Bop Ann WJ White When a teen, I raised my fists against racism, violence; but for LBGTQ rights, women, elders, battered children, nature. I squeaked and squawked in righteous fury, pushed away, seated, a white bread girl against a tide…

Summer sun and winter cold are nothing compared to the darkness. Warmth and light, cold and chill can be felt, but deep dark void is empty, nothing, a dangerous place where numbness is contentment, and complacency feels right. No growth happens without rays of sunshine….

the town-crier said they said they will give the homeless shelter they said the homeless should come around and register they said each homeless will need a number they said to get the number a homeless must bring his mother they said whoever does not…