she ran when others walked, she danced alone, a storm on the dance floor she was more than rebel, she was the wind a wild flower, expelling her seeds to roam the earth an ocean wrapped in skin let the world try to define her,…

There you were across the way Eyes of silver, skin dark grey A green/black shirt on a blue/brown skirt And hair down to your needs The sharpest violet you’ve ever seen Whether by chance or by fate Our eyes met and you smiled My heart…

A darkness crossed over my heart more than once. No crowds gathered to see it. I had always been told that the dark would pass. But I never chose to believe it. When the light returned my heart felt burned from adjusting back to its…

A Prose Poem Inspired by “Quicksand“by Nella Larson  (A first line too sad to add. Might I choose the second.) “Last and hardly had she left her bed and become able to walk again without pain hardly have the children return from the homes of…

Her thoughts were, at times, volatile Although he knew her for a while To him, she appeared sublime And thought of her thoughts as a chime Fallen for her smile He wished; for him, she walk down the aisle Weird as she was, She had…

You told me that you loved me but you lied You told me you’d never leave me But you lied You said that we had time enough To do what we wanted to do I fell in love, believed you But you lied. Why did…

I. “Remember when…?” Can’t say I do I remember instead the stories you tell. And I’m sure your stories are quite true “Remember when…?” Can’t say I do. I’m full of holes, events slip through But stories sometimes stick quite well. “Remember when…?” Can’t say…

Doubt has swallowed me whole. Stole my desire and even a tried to capture part of my soul . I get lost in his hold, lost in its grip and each month I become a captive bought and sold to the highest bidder . Weakness…

Blue Blue clouds can be in reverse of white or gray.  They come after rainbow clouds, and do not stay. An iridescence, a solar halo with ice crystals and water droplets that diffract the sun’s light.  Flying higher than any man-made kite. Blue clouds are…

I How does one begin to talk about the past? Come in and take off your shoes Don’t step on anything delicate There’s lots of that round here   II My mouth is broken It has been for quite some time Sometime I was  …