abandoned home through its ruins morning glory

the girl child wakes first vegetarian she’ll need her own lunch also gluten-free she reminds you the importance of buying cage-free eggs you remind her that all her frees really don’t come free   the oldest boy child wakes next and beats the girl child…

Night is for sleeping, not worrying, or weeping.   Night is for dreaming, for healing, believing.   It gives itself over to Sun for safe~keeping   Night is for subconsciousness, it’s sorting, and up~keeping.   Night is for deliverance~   Night is for Sleeping.  …

Prompt 22. Choose a title from the five offered. Write a poem. I have. & it may be the best poem of my career. Either that or I am incredibly tired. But let’s go with the former. Möbius’ Strip she sure wasn’t the greatest dancer in…

I would love to call even a dilapidated house my home but I’m simply a vagrant (though I do prefer “wanderer” more). I lack roots, and I cherish nowhere, so I tend to merely roam.   It’s not as pitiful as the picture paints since,…

The night is for sleeping Or so I was told But my parents are still up And so is my mind Everything warps past me, Everyone dreams by Because the night is Still for sleeping, But truly it doesn’t matter why.

Parties, scheming, out right creeping None of those things The night is for sleeping Get up early to maximize your day Turn in early Make your stress go away

That is why staying up is such painful pleasure. You can be both martyr and rogue at once.

She sits waiting for Her prince Charming to show up, Pumpkin coach outside.   At the Diner Lue August 14, 2016

The humidity chokes the air. I watch the clouds sweat their blue labour.