The juicer whirrs as I hum. Nothing in particular sits in my head. I throw another chunk of beet into the blender. Confirming from the recipe book, I add some cinnamon The juice whirrs up to the top, red foamy juice splashes on my pink…

Life Passes Quickly Life passes so quickly So try not to blink For as sure as you do Time shall fly in a wink One moment, a baby A newborn of need Then blink, now a graduate Ready to succeed Life passes so quickly Where…

7pm. Poem 17. Kaleidoscope (a four stanza tanka) Lemme shimmy down get a better view from there  or a different one than I’ve been holding fast to a lighter one than lately. Lemme turn the wheel look for fish shapes, Moons, and Suns and pink,…

I repeat the stories. The ones I remember, The ones I’ve heard. The ones that make me Who I am. And with each telling, Memories scatter. Fracture. Settle into unexpected, Unexplained places. Transposing names, Faces, Experiences. Until my world is New again.

Prompt seventeen – Text prompt Write a poem either titled or centred around a ‘Kaleidoscope’.   Twin-toned Kaleidoscope At a little past six in the morning I watch the sky dawning with a fat yellow oval moon hanging bright. The dark night trees begin to…

  You and I are part of this kaleidoscope life. An arrangement of pattern within the palm of our hands, Simultaneously connected towards each other. Strangers across the street that I bump along the way, Or some kids on the street playing. Wondering what will…

pink tutu black tights ballerina wants to fly throws a mean side eye    

Parallel closet is hiding inside the actual place my clothes reside a spot where I escape and dream write about other worlds I scheme.   When life is stressful and upset my hidden space gives me a rest sweet music plays from within and my…

    Listening to “On the Nature of Daylight” by Max Richter. There is an image of you I love You are dancing in the garden, just right after checking on the plants Planting a kiss on my forehead, you spin me in the air…

Summer colors mixed with winter lights swirling apexmesmerizing vortex of mirrors held to the child’s eye as he slowly turns it so the colors fold themselves in on unending varieties of patterns of wonderment.