Dear Me, I know you cannot possibly comprehend That I am your future But trust me, I am I see the choices you have before you And I urge you That when the time comes to choose You make the choice that is right Not…

A spoonful of foggy dreams from a shelf made of fir Pour into your cup of coffee ‘Twill make you come alive And do not forget to add a sliver of moonbeam Now, you can handle anything Concrete or unseen

By the light of a moonbeam That peeked through the night fog A hush grew over the concrete dock I peered out my window As I grabbed my coffee from the top shelf When suddenly, I heard a gigantic crash The ground shook and the…

Smell the fog rise from the coffee Swelling the rich, dockside air Tell of the kindness of moonbeams Spelling the dull concrete fair. Rush now, the canteen is closing Push to fit mugs on the shelf Hush, let the cook leave in peace – she…

Of this day’s indulgence, These pine trees, pinot noir, and smoked leg of lamb, I love the pines the best. Of this day’s refulgence, My children, all the world, and Old Uncle Sam, I love my kids the best. I am a typical mom!

I remained silent Stubborn to not reveal my heart Your heart, you knew so well You knew just how to twist And yet I remained silent Can I reveal the fire that burns so bright And burn your hate away? Leave behind the scattered words…

Moon beams illuminate the hush of fog. Silhouettes of fir cross the page. I write three words more and ease a sip from my canteen of coffee.  

10 hjours in nought remains of night, noteven a moonbeam. coughing wearily wishing i still drank coffee even my dog’s twitching paws tell me to hush he snores tauntingly through my mental fog. my caffeineless brain tips whiskey in my canteen something sweet’s happening— oh…

I watch the night, the last concrete piling aging like a book shelf, telling fisherman’s tales the fog settling in my bones, I love tis hour, the hush hour, before the world wakes, though it is damn cold and a warm coffee from the last…

Selkie He stole my skin, my face Don’t romanticize my situation He has my soul On a shelf In a dry corner of the house   Let me go back to the sea’s hush To the cool blanket of fog Under a dock At dawn…