Two years ago today, I reached out to help your family I can still see your parents in my mind as they traveled cross country Every call, every lead, every person that thought they saw you All were angels in disguise And like them, I…

Spare set of keys stolen, to escape the darkness of the four walls closing in on me… I drove my father’s jeep to the end of the road. Where the world begins and ends Where a shivery chills spike the air, besides the lake. Spreading…

Write a nature poem. But play with the genre. Most nature poems are about the beauty of the natural world. I want you to focus on the intersection of the natural world and the unnatural world. Think dandelions sprouting through the concrete. Think garbage on…

Hour 9 pm- Concrete Jungle meets Bohemian Rhapsody I have a lemon tree on my balcony. Succulents and Buddha reside next to a frog with marbles on his back made a local artist without strife. Visited twice in the spring, by a bird that chirps…

Snow-dusted evergreens stretch to the horizon Silent sentinels, impassive, Unapologetic, swaying in winter’s ice-gilded night The Wild’s indifference terrifying Not some anthropomorphized maternal nature goddess But harsh brutality of a land rife with danger, Rife with threat, The spine-prickling howls of hungry wolves almost inaudible…

Start – Story and Art   Story of every art is a Start. If it is new or old, Stale or bold. An art creates the things, Gives an idea. While story produce the mystery, To generate a history. Story of every art is a…

Alone I stand in this barren land Don’t know what happened in life as I’ve gone Don’t know how I just don’t know But I am here now no home to have No job no food no family I’m sad. The days have come and…

Missing since: May 15, 1970 from Chicago, Illinois Age: 62 years old Clothing/jewelry: A cocktail dress and jewelry She tries the dress on carefully; Smooths the fabric with careful fingers, Twists and turns before the glass. “I like it” she says And lifts the room…

Cows mooed as I held your trembling torso through the seizures. Your eyes reflected the moon when you came to; I startled at my first womanly moment. I knew I wanted to lay down, and stroke you breastbone to navel. My fumbling reinforced your recovery….

She lived in East Vancouver, or, Edmonton, or, Winnipeg, or, Toronto She left the Rez when at thirteen. Young, thin, single, beautiful and battered. It’s said she met the pig farmer once, but to this day no one knows that for sure. She was last…