The day had been beautiful The sun remained high in the sky as we took our hike. The incline, manageable, though the miles just kept coming, or so it felt. There had been periodic breaks while we took a leisurely pace. Beautiful sites abound on…

Its Mamo’s birthday Sidewalks are fry an egg hot Her children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren are all in the spot Lighter fluid squirts over charcoals like a super soaker Flames dance around the bars of the grill Lemons from the tree in the back yard…

A single feather is all it takes To tip the scales And bring royals to their knees The straw that broke the camel’s back The drop that made the cup run over The pea that rendered the princess immeasurable pain A butterfly living in Brazil…

A glimpse of the other side gives way to full view. An interloper can observe with circular arguments and telescopic focus the secret garden on the other side. (There is always another side.) Nothing left to the imagination. Perhaps they are rabbit holes. Are they…

I remember many years ago When I felt God call me to write. I was leaving the last day of my work And I could not believe the site.   I found a perfect quill feather as I labeled it to be. Sitting on the…

Leave it to a contest to tease you on the home stretch. With just four posts remaining, Without substantial sleep since the night before last, Now they ask what we want most? But of course, I want to set my head on my pillow the…

In the distance the rock  rests, against sky A landscape dressed in shades of earth, we wander closer , to gaze through the time worn arch,  a window into  a dreamy sky. Waiting always for the sunset to warm its weary bones, to fill it…

Brats don’t give a fuck Construction was never in my world, Too cold to miss the game Noo excuses might see the lovely Suzie Lucky Suz I call her A dead cat stretches out perhaps it’s sleeping   Cut this wind to the back of…

I will take a leisurely stroll by the sidewalk And drink in the site of machinery idling in the construction ground as I walk The wired fence of the site is no barrier to my walk I am prepared to enjoy the journey; that is…

Some part of me is empty Barren I have far too much space for the thoughts to uncontrollably invade. Night time is the worse of times And daytime silence is unbearably quiet To be reminded of a young love not requited. Waves of fire wash…