rain sprinkled earth, wet and creamy between my fingers, the metal trolley that held my plaster dressed body, heavy on my small arms, muscles growing, scars caved into the weakness, always slow, always alone, mind wanders into places a good set of legs would never…

(Includes an excerpt from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot – in italics) I was once a young child Desperate to find things good and mild And never did I question their bad taste. Years ago I was a teen Desperate to be…

I close out the world with my headphones Shining as bright red as a tomato So I can sustain my love And also read my book The lake before me shines like a mirror The ripples dance with the wind My hair is blowing with…

True survival means that you find the best of things Even from my childhood I learned this to be true Mom was a stranger but I’m thankful that I am alive I couldn’t stay with Grandma but the best I have of her thrives He…

1. After a dark night, There’s a surmise. Although the moon is bright And the stars infinite, With the darkness I fight. 2. After a hug tight, There’s a surprise. Although the kiss is just right And the smiles infinite, The love gives me a…

Four Carefree and friendly Eager to experience A fan of rocks and drawing Six Friendly and friendless Getting into trouble Interested in reading Eight Working hard, more awkward Voracious in two kinds of appetite Constantly lied to and accused Ten Always in trouble Friendly and…

On the rooftop there was a patch of grass A tree Flowers and a bench On the street there was nothing green to be scene So rather than be grounded I head to the top of the world Just to breathe. jj2019 2019 Poetry Marathon

From window pots to garden plots forgo the cemetery, for if you’re wise you’ll make your choice trees, flowers, fern and berry We have recomposition and Capsula Mundi because we are more civilized We choose rebirth straight from the earth over metals that won’t soon…

The city roars far below with a savage metal rhythm, And on the sidewalk it’s casual cannibalism As men devour and bury each other to survive. But here, home, vines twine in cages and pots And dream maybe, in a vegetable way, Of places beyond…

facebook feed freudenschade i don’t want to be petty yet mountains that scar the sky with their antique beauty ; greens so lush they eat the eye ; fifty more snapshots of the Grand Canal ; or the view after hiking the ruins of once…