Dear me, You are love and you are loved. Always remember this, never let anyone convince you any different. With love from -The Brand New Brave Me. Dear 19 year old anxious me, Let go of trying to control everything, Stop overthinking and worrying yourself…

Oh you want my cooperation Pardon me, I have an obligation To define me and my situation Use my free will and imagination To be unique me, not an imitation So no, you can’t have my dedication

My dearest Mandy,   You’ve come through so much clouded hell. Through darkness, you’ve learned to love In the light, over looking mountains of perceptions. In limited realities.   Footprints on the shore, leaving your imprints Washed away By the sands of time   You…

Dear Laurie It has come to.my attention that you have enjoyed the Poetry Marathon thus far. Congratulations on your strong start.  Your confidence was evident in the early writings.  Unfortunately, you faltered on the Pantoum and your writings have progressively deteriorated from this point. Early…

I see their grace in every step the way they glide along the streets in town the way they walk across the fences and jump over on my windowsill the cats in town never sleep at night

I wished I could walk on the sky slowly gliding on its blue without glass there are many bridges from where we could jump and dive into the blue water just like into the sky

Gina had a little dog and Brownie was his name Remember Mary’s lamb that went to school? Well Brownie did the same He wasn’t smart or good for tricks And was quite past his prime But he was there to pick her up each day As…

I could nou reach Carl Jung’s house by the lake when in Zurich I wished I could find him and get closer to him when in Zurich I watched the swans floating on the lake and I hoped to find him and get closer to…

I wonder what will happen in a few years in this house we were told we’d become more and more like our parents

In kindergarten we’d crawl through the lavender field to pick up some other kind of flowers that would grow only there. We wouldn’t pick up lavender. We would pick up, if I remember correctly, some flowers we would call stars. They were white and with…