Caged Bird BY MAYA ANGELOU A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky. But a bird that stalks down his narrow…

Dearest 9 year old self, When you meet your future best friend for the first time Don’t beat up her brother! Dear 12 year old self, Climbing trees is ok, but don’t jump out, crutches are not your friend! Poetry can bring you peace, Stay…

Eleventh Hour I Talk To the Trees  Trees, extend your sinewy limbs towards me. May I hide my weary spirit amongst your billowy leaves? Whisper to me the message from the Wind. What did he say, What mood was he in? As life hurls and…

Dear Stefanie:   Remember when you were seven; A little freckle-faced imp? You weren’t always sure-footed And often your big toe would be limp.   You liked to play with dolls And brush out their hair; And loved being on the swings Flying high into…

Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Strung out on hysterics, kissing midnight In this moonlight dancing on the red curtain, your skin, almost seems flushed with rouge As I play your body like a violin, pluck your strings Creating symphonies, rising above…

Dear precious little Gina Never saying a word Then scream at the top of the stairs Just trying to be heard. Dear pretty little Gina The world will work out fine. In spite of how it seems The smiles will come with time. Dear precocious…

“Dear 9 year old me” Stay in your room Let them sort it out You are not responsible It is not your fault She is sick in her mind A devil on the loose Do not open the door There is nothing you can do…

Damn…That night was extra ordinary,  A stunning thick blanket of stars…. The night called in a hush  A somber reverie, A settling fog that intended to stay.  Moonbeam poured a pale milky white ray  like lights of pearls  accompanying the stars. I cradled my warm…

I am the kind if girlfriend who learns your Buttons I know when it is okay to have some fun and push them. I know when you’re not in the mood to play and this best to keep my button pushing at bay. Tonight, I’m…

There’s just so much that I… but I can’t because you’re with yours and I’m with mine but oh the stories we could write with sex and sweat on my ruffled bed sheets And leave them dripping with inspiration that I could carry with me…