Tiny lights zoom below the treeline near the cottage, oh fireflies flitting to and fro if I could bottle catch them, wow release my lethargy, and how a strange illumination see on my table captive be when some porridge I do eat and I’m sweating…

For my Emily Grace   In the heat of summer, a strange tiding brewed. Past the cottage, near the treeline where I camped, I heard a ghastly noise. The noise reminded me of a cross between a cat fight that was going wrong and a…

A reliance heavily on self without the unwanted influence of others. Careful with whom is granted access to her life. Find her in the bookstore corner quietly skimming the markdowns. See her in the grocery store shopping while listening to 90’s music through her air…

Strange heat. Firefly light. I forego my mask and head into the night I’m fighting a lethargy like none I have known. I walk out past the treeline to stargaze alone. Will celestial wonders bring me back from the brink. I sip from my bottle…

In a dreamy land Deep in the woods Small, Dark cottage Strange and funky Was the abode of a spirited, crazy old dame As weird as she was, Gobbled up crispy hot porridge, Each day dressed up like no other And Danced her way to…

Strange, how things can come about so unexpectedly; Strange, how friendships can develop so naturally When masks are accepted to be worn and removed so frequently When the heat of one’s heart and mind can move so fluidly. It was like that, when fireflies were…

Firefly I saw you  last night in my brother’s clutch. You lit up the evening without a bottle to illuminate your perfect shade of green glow. Earlier in the day I no longer wore a mask when I walked. I was much more strict in…

Our bus zooms past treeline highways as we travel to the annual camp-meeting I am always looking forward to the camp-meeting It is in the cool, dry breeze and the happy faces It is in the strange people who peopled the places There is no…

PITY   The heat of midday faded as the brilliant summer sun settled below the tree line.   Strange seemed the firefly who earlier zoomed about the cottage now looking lethargic and spent.   Had he succumbed from the heat of the day or did…

It was a strange magical evening, the fireflies danced with the stars. Flitting just with in the treeline, they zoomed around the cottage. The nightly heat filled us with lethargy; our young bodies glistening in the dark. Holding tight to empty porridge bottles, waiting, in…