Changes leads to goodbye, For the first time in September, I worried on where I’m going, On what I’m after, On where I was before, I worried on everything that happened. And happens simultaneously. It’s like a tapestry of events, Happening once more.   They…

I woke to her weeping He declined quickly Particular – although they’d likely say ‘undiagnosed’ now Proud, traditional too Farmers are like that, I recall seeing the droughts I woke to her weeping The land had once been parched, now so was he Unable to…

Eleven years ago Since you breathed your last I wasn’t there Didn’t get to say goodbye I heard I was asked for Eleven years ago But when I checked to be sure I was denied this truth I agonized over your passing And wanted one…

Prompt Seven – Text Prompt: The viator is a poetic form invented by Robin Skelton It’s a pretty simple form where the first line is used again as refrain in the second line of the second stanza, and the third line of the third stanza,…

Lahainatown (a two part viator) Lahainatown (a two part viator) 1. … and then they died alone in cars running through smoke leaping for sea huddled hopeless and then they died unthinkably along the streets trapped in their homes screaming, pleading and then they died…

There’s not many Who could say They saw me through My darkest days When times were bad There’s not many In fact, there really Isn’t any Who had the strength To see me through There’s not many Not even you So know I’ll be fine…

Are words enough? As silence falls With ready tears And pieces of my heart. I wonder aloud, Are words enough? To reconnect And pull you close. Our guarded embrace – murmured thoughts Are words enough? To make you stay. Through turbulent, biting anger. rage against…

We Breathe Life We breathe life Into every intention Every interaction Every sense of promise When we walk down the street We breathe life Into every smile, every wave Every step, marching to our own beat Each time we console a loved one Hugging them…

A vast expanse extends before me. As far as the eye can see. I watch the clouds glide slowly past me and feel extraordinarily free. I’m undaunted by the unknown, and I lack the wings to fly. I throw my arms wide open, to embrace…

Curiosity has me as my fingers curl around the soft rounded edge at the end of the world   Pulling myself forward on my belly much like a kid spying on their parents   I look down to the black stars lean further and see…