I wrote a bio poem (didn’t like the BOP prompt) Joyce who is creative and talented who is related to everyone(since she is adopted) who loves cats and dogs and quietness who feels deeply emotions of others who needs more sleep and quietness who fears…

I’ve just unscramble and open the skin of my soul, and for the way of being you and me and some of it, not being part of nothing, feeling part of walls, trapped in between as a chanting of the stones, new ones build up…

Oh the seasons of the mind respond to each situation. Like the never-ending wave in total fluctuation.   Sometimes I’m riding so high then others I hit a low. I try sometimes to guess which way my mind will go.   But like summer, winter…

Dear Nani, I hope the days are passing by with peace and prosperity for you. I hope your days are filled with health and joy as you age. How are you doing since we last spent time with each other? I hear good things from…

September Crisp air and apple cider reminds me of walks threw fallen leaves sweatshirts and hand holding around open fires so begins the cycle of my grieving. October Children chatter about costumes morning breath comes in puffs a coldness creeps into my smiles and close…

Season of a Susan A special present for an 18th birthday, a collared bow around a pedigree corgi’s neck, the beginning of a royal relationship. Susan and Elizabeth went everywhere together, even on honeymoon. Her first mate was Lucky Strike, later she rolled over for…

(Italian sonnet form–I think) By Sandy Lender   A multitude came crawling up the sandy shore Only moonlight off’ring light by which to nest A thousand sets of flapping flippers sought what ground is best Mighty turtles one by one raked the ground and tore…

Blackberries, big as my thumb, but for every one, expect two chiggers. You won’t see the chiggers, but you’ll see the little red mounds where they’re sleeping when you take off your socks. They’ll wake you up in the middle of the night, partying, I…

Melodies and syncopated rhythms ring in my ear Bass bleeding into my skin Pulsating drums pace my cardio cadence My soul fed through damp grass on the soles of my feet Gyrating hips churning warm wind A soft hand touches my face I see my…

I’m sanitising the  sideboard where I lay my paper down I’m bleaching the steps at the front and back doors I’ve got bottles of disinfectant ready for murder, if I must I’m keeping a squeaky clean house because it’s the Season of the Cane Toad…