leading the way a fox of fire fiery temper for red riding hood next to little red riding hood papa bear strong and protective a safe way out of the fairy-tale

A white walled room holds only one bunk bed, many bodies come and go, families of two, four, six, 10 spaces available, 28 days to restructure your whole life, children’s laughter phases out sounds of slammed doors, a mixture of emotions fully expressed, ambiance level…

Dear America, You are still beautiful. Never forget your beauty Or the glory that once was in the days when leadership led. And though we are under seige By criminals who would fleece us Of our shirts and our shores, We can toss out their…

Warm glowing crackles from the stone hearth as the circle begins to grow. Murmuring voices gather into lilting laughter and stories of growing old. The davenport is getting seedy from generations of hands and bodies. Oils that have left behind their traces; ghosts of friends…

I live under the sky, I consider this my home, of course I share this with strangers by, as I continue to roam.   When I was young, lived with my brother, did I? I no longer remember the tales he sung, but he told…

Footseps imbedded again and again Contrarily my walls are smooth like then When the walls screamed and the owners Had fun.   Through the centuries we’ve changed Quite a bit is different now. But one thing’s just the same you know The Hall.   A…

My secluded island surrounded by friends   Creating the barrier so that, I may have calmer waters within   My hammock tied between two trees swings, ever so lightly with the breeze   the soft caress, of their well~wishes whispers along my skin   the…

That’s me! Marching Next to my Lord The great bear. He takes on many imaginings Power! Larger than life Itself My mother walks ahead Oh, she was A fox Indeed! A thing of rare beauty. Our mission Us three Though I alone am seen Is…

the new coat of paint helped what did Jessica call it?  tidal wave? its blue, light blue, with a teal accent wall at the entrance Judy is working on putting up sheers in the doorway to blot the light so I don’t get migraines I…

I have not The most welcome Home. No, it is quite the mess. Old clothes Welcome home My guests Uninvited most times. Just a few More weekends Welcome Home this trash of mine I must Have a place To unwind I sit with a glass…