Cozied under covers and dark skies. Heavy eyelids, sluggish eyes. Wrists, weak, fail to hold the weight that slowly tips, tips, tips. Need to know what happens next. Blink them open, yet eyes slide closed. Finally, book lands on nose.

The End? Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris   Is the end truly the end? Or the beginning of something new? And if the end is the beginning of something new, Then is the beginning the true end after all?   Is the true end of all the end…

    He rides off into the sunset once more A journey filled with some regret A trailblazer, of sorts, that rode shore to shore He thinks back to those that he met The dreamers, the doers, the crazies, the plain The strangers, the divas,…

I slip through the sterile halls floors shiny with the flimsy motion sensor lights left on at night stuff my fists into the pockets of scrubs to hide the shaking to have them held, not holding, for once   these hands that peel at the…

The excruciatingly dull ache in my chest The feeling in my gut like a potato filled sac Sleepless nights, tear filled eyes, blind rage Hatred and love intertwined and unwound Utter confusion. Despair   And when all these unfathomably uncontrollable emotions had had their course,…

The sun rises and the dark clouds break apart in my mind. My thoughts still. I have escaped depression again. I stand up straighter and give a shy smile. Later anxiety takes over instead. I look at my book of skills and choose one. My…

I find myself, watching….the clock….the door…. listening…for a heartbeat…a breath…. but the silence is defening… the memory of life, fades joy, slips from my fingers love flits hunger moans, and in another world you hold loves cold hand.    

(for hour 1—something ending)   So Small   Too fragile Too soon Softness without structure enough With hollow hope With imperfect sigh Too small To inflict such sorrow

– From the Image – Wings on the wall, like Icarus amid the fall. Their ominous call beckons a warning – An ode to every mourning, Of times both grand and small.   The wings on the wall, strike a memory for all, And we’re…

Hey there fellow poets! I’m honored to be writing with you again this year.   It’s my third time here and I have been impressed by those of you who put your works into books. Way to go!   Okay, it’s time to start poeting….