A call to mature. A time to feel the impact. A time to allow the trees and the earth to flourish. We no longer follow the time conscious schedule that we thought ran the world.   A  call to change. A time where we finally…

Smiley Face. Kissy Face. Eye Rolls and such. These emoji expressions confuse me so much. Are you trying to be cute? or are you sharing your heart? I feel quite at a loss when I read text-speak art. I want to believe that a means…

She sends him a text message but it is not a text message it is a unique text message two images, arms wrap-around each other.   He replies her text message but there is no text in his message he pushes the button and an…

My name PrettyPink22, I am avid poet reader and writer. This is my first year trying out poetry marathon. I hope I do good. My favorite  poets Maya Angelou,  Carolyn  Roger’s, Edgar Allen Poe, T.S Elliot, E.E Cummings, and Shel Silverstein.

Tiger! Tiger! Flame and Spark Space between the trees apart What spector hand with startled eyes? Praise surprise left and right Tiger! Tiger! Flame and Spark

Magritte whispers, “Those are not umbrellas.” He is right, of course. Those are souls that have been liberated from the confines of hallways and corners.   No longer tethered to a human hand, up high they can see much farther than they did before.  …

I have become a translation, a lost language,  spoken in the vast  space between , a new version of myself, stalking the corridors of education, of the past,  fierce and curvaceous, almost sexy as the appear from the invisible future that grows out my hands.

  Stars float into the ocean as I drive into the night sky I wonder if the nights are as lonely for the creatures in the sea as they are for me.   Sleepily, I look into the sky as I rock in my canoe….

Covid 19 is its name slithering snakelike is its game come from China, virus be has changed the world eternally some surfaces it stays for days infected breath, the devil plays the elderly, infirm it preys so we shut down economy inside houses, no more…

As dusk emerge as black is on verge. Book of love opens believing,you are still there in my pages.