Dear you, You still write and I am so proud. The quarters I gave you for every story paid off. I have missed you and your cousins. It’s been too long. I’m sorry I couldn’t eat well so I could watch you grow into a…

My Dearest Daughter, We are still here. You are still loved. We wish you only joy. We send you love . . . Prosperity. It will develop. It has. Believe in that. Grow. We love you. Mom and Dad.

Prompt 4 A hundred years from now I’ll be nothing but ash and dust Ages gone and ages new Time has gone and go it must The wrinkles will not snatch away the laughs Nor the tears wipe away the past But time as a…

The woods are lovely, dark and deep, Though not all who roam within them sleep. In my dreams I am the pretty red fox, I sniff the night air and lurk behind rocks. These amber eyes seek any moving shadow, Perhaps a sleek rabbit entering…

Neighborhood hangouts used to be taverns, Legion Halls blue-collar guys perched on vinyl-slick swivel stools Community nowadays revolves around coffee shops, breweries a distillery that serves lavish concoctions Everything sounds the same every space a twist on mod, industrial décor galvanized steel with overtones of…

A hardback copy of the book we wrote stares at me from the oak bookshelf I salvaged from the dumpster fire. the sunflower next to it taunts me with its false cheer that belies a secret darkness. Still I approach, wineglass in one hand, the…

Window to another dimension thrills my earthly soul. Window high enough to see my destiny into space. Elements of earthly structures covered with lacey vines. Eyes see into the future–escapes realities view. Newness of perspective carries pastels blue and white hue. It’s a picture of…

Solitude (Hour Five) Evening falls cruelly as she sits by the window gazing through a gauzy sheer curtain at the unkempt garden below, where a  gangly tangle of sunflowers bend their heads toward earth as the sky darkens and shadows fall across the pavement just…

I had a roommate once she had skin like caramel and she liked to tell us stories   One day after dinner we asked why she’d rather sit on the pavement to knit while we drowned our sorrows in wine   She smiled like the…

Looking out of my bedroom window As I stare at the space above The gold ball glazing hot A hardback just beside me He has been my companion for long A broken wine glass and it’s spill I can’t turn my head to face them…