You’re so strange You’re so strange You’re so strange They say that. We see them mouth that on the other side of the glass. We call back: You’re so mean to each other We’re all kind to one another All we have is each other,…

They say we’re born, We walk through life, And then we die – alone. Yet I am here, Not on my own, But always followed. Always accompanied By a name I did not choose, By a shadow that does not Portray me well, A reflection…

I said to him, we can’t possibly understand what drives someone to contemplate suicide. It’s true, he said. And it was as if we’d connected in that moment, in our shared inability to empathize with lost souls. But I had lied. I’ve sometimes thought about…

Listen to the song, child. Find it in my heart. Hear it in my ears. Sing with my voice. Listen to the song, child, To the rhythm and sway. Listen loudly And then hide away. Listen to the song, child. Find your way. Keep listening,…

If I lost my eyes, I wouldn’t be able to escape the darkness that takes over my mind. I would have to find an inner light to carry on. I look around me to see my moodshadows, spread out in their own spot nearby. If…

The days of summer are ticking by, every one of them the same. In a pandemic of enormous proportions Monday looks like Tuesday looks like Wednesday, and so on. I would love to take PTO, to have a place to go to escape my pandemic…

Sitting together on a porch, firs rustling in the dark, a bite of Autumn not far ahead and the two of us, quiet, as the deep smells of forest, of earth, fill the air, and I dream of an hour spent with you, my love,…

The firefly ballerina does a grande jetë like a comet soaring across the cabin Stained glass miniature bottles suspended by silver constantly kiss each other in a sweet symphonic synchronicity conducted by a Summer breeze The coquette moon peaking from behind the treeline teases through…

Hitting the wall of her first poetry marathon Lethargy was setting in and her thoughts darted around like a firefly trying to escape from a bottle. She sensed a strange heat at the back of her throat and believed she saw the masked shadow of…

It’s cruel to put a firefly in a bottle. I wish I’d known this as a kid. It’s cruel to put children in cages. This isn’t a fairy tale, and the president is no kid. A knee on the neck or shots in the back!…