Distance, not mere word kills me like sword. Feelings desire for him needs want him craves search him, at last its only dark and grim. The roses, deep in my pages finds him missing the way he is kissing. Distance remains the same stupid, quiet…

The sun rises painting as it comes into view, pinks and oranges announces its coming. A breeze stirs all shades of green leaves into quivering dances. I breathe it all in. My children come loping down the stairs, Saturday!  Time to play! They grab their…

There’s an invisible enemy hanging in the air some say it’s from Wuhan in China, over there. It doesn’t really matter now. They say it’s here to stay.   Wear a mask. Wear a mask. Wear a mask.   Some folks have conjured up stories, …

The season of COVID-19, came upon us slowly, from China Slowly, as it moved around the globe We watched in silent horror We saw the death and devastation Still, we were unprepared. During the season of COVID-19, we shut ourselves away and hoped we were…

It was the season of the gun that year All the kids just had to have one Some just liked looking at them Shying away from the trigger pull Shuddering at the words it spoke In 9mm Parabellum or .223 They didn’t make it It…

Recipe for Disaster: Stress Overthink Worst Case Scenarios Psych Yourself Out Manifestation   Sprinkle a little stressing out over the situation you’re faced with. Make sure to add around 4 cups of overthinking in addition to the stress, and marinate the situation with both for…

Write a poem titled Season of the (fill in the blank). The fill in the blank could be a reference, it could be an actual season, it could be something abstract, or concrete, anything you want. The key is to write a poem that matches,…

An ideal day: Waking to an aroma: wintry morn:  eggs and peppers and mushrooms and onions frying any other season: the gentle breeze carries the perfume of budding or flowering plants outside the window. breakfast fuels my body, preparing me for whatever tasks are awaiting…

2020   We had such hopes. We still do. The predictions were too perfect to be true. Valentine’s on a Friday, to plan the perfect overnight date. Cinco de Mayo on Tuesday. Did we set the bar too low? Only looking to celebrate holidays that…

Ideal, a favorite sushi place mango, crab and rice to taste peach mochi melts on my tongue quesadillas, shrimp and queso food cheesesteaks blaze my heart and mood. Sitting home, green things I spy scaly, soft, with cunning eyes munching crickets I supply joy comes…