It’ll all blow over, don’t worry, some said But the hospitals were full, there was nary a bed And the TV showed sidewalks with hearses, and the dead Waiting to be buried. Communities had barricaded themselves in All deliveries were dropped off to be collected…

Text Prompt “Tell me an old story (like a folktale from your culture, a fairytale you heard when you were young or a story passed down in your family). You can give it your own twist as well.” Prompt submitted by Bhasha Dwivedi Image Prompt…

3 Chihuahua haikus Ears as big as legs giving all herself to you love in a dog suit. Stars upon my back tiny, but don’t you be fooled I’m ready to fly. little one, your ears so alert, your eyes so big ready for what’s…

Young wild thing where did you leave your heart? is it too late to feel? Is it too late to say you’re mine, I wonder… You were here all along, You had that look of longing like you were waiting for him to look in…

1 Wagging tail with love It’s never ever lazy waiting to catch a foe 2 catches the master voice runs with joy and dance It’s a beloved best friend 3 my dog too crazy. when I am swinging in dreams barks in a loud voice

I am an empath With fleeting anxieties Alone gathering

This dog Lumpy, is so damned grumpy he cannot walk or see, or pee eyes both milky and bumpy shirt, it’s holed but starry yet so warm is he calm and happy to simply just be still.   – Sandra Johnson, June 25, 2022   Photo…

With every mention of your name I force back the grin that my heart won’t contain Swear my heart skips a few beats then speeds in an unhealthy way I hear you singing that Jackson Five song Just look over your shoulder baby I look…

I believe my cat has been having an affair with my laptop She pretends to be disinterested, but I know better That it is no coincidence when she walks across my keys while I type If I leave my office without closing my computer She…

Ubiquity in my memory The fact that you are missed As the day glows yellow and orange The summer of the eighties   Overlooking you for brighter birds They sing sweet melodies But I cherish the rattle and the chatter An epitome of freedom  …