Long forgotten neglected beautiful in its chaos she turned the key and pushed gasping, she sensed a kindred spirit something tangible that was as wild as she felt inside as she brought it back to life the garden returned the favor

Dear Fiona at age twenty-one Do not worry about what’s to be done You are powerful now, you always will be As long as you start loving me Listen carefully to the truth in your heart The decades to come will be the hard part…

(Write a poem that contains at least five of the following words and possibly all ten. Moonbeam Coffee Hush Fog Canteen Damn Concrete Fir Shelf Dock) Perched on a moonmbean, sipping cold brewed coffee In the hush of a London Fog, I lost you Your…

Nah Not my style Going to pass And stick With what I know So you can drop the prompt But it just isn’t for me Thanks all the same (Book 99 #19338 and the end of my first ever Poetry Marathon! Half Marathon has been…

Dear Former Self, You are extraordinary.  Don’t let anyone tell you differently. They lie when they call you fat.  Don’t believe your own self doubt. You are smart enough, strong enough, & enough just the way you are.  You do not have to earn love….

A girl and a guy walk into a bar like the start of some bad joke. There’s some country-pop-Americana band playing in the corner under the Bud Light sign and no one dancing on the parquet. It’s the best summer of his life, only he doesn’t…

Dig deep to where you feel Pull out the words you find there Comfort them as they bleed Find freedom in truth Peace in release Love in your heart Write to heal your soul

If only you knew I wish you could understand The power behind self love And your preciousness despite size Yes, you will take a lot of shit Grateful for scraps and tidbits From lovers who could never measure to your grace or wit or presence…

Dear Anshu, 2001, Life is a box full of Surprises Every moment is a Present You gotto open it with a Smile Embrace even the Fragile Walk another Mile Define your own Style And Never settle in being just Fine

Each night at three, when stirs not a peep, why, bird, must you sing another song? Do you not know that people sleep? I thought one night you were in league for theft of sleep. You’re a deadly weapon! You give me, daily, CHRONIC FATIGUE!!…