Butterflies fly all way to the home With wings riding winds of freedom They falter, halt and move again They know their journey is not long. With wings riding winds of freedom They glide effortlessly though They know their journey is not long They keep…

Her smile stretched redly. Eyes burned behind the cage of her lashes. Cheeks bounced like balls atop her lips. No one told her for whom she posed. Eyes burned behind the cage of her lashes. Her empty belly trembled. No one told her for whom…

Do you remember, or did you forget Left those years free, did not look back When the mornings were slugs, our bodies grotesque, expanding more than they could ever contract Each high, each low a moment long Each joy flimsy, a shallow breath Resonating with…

waves come crashing in again the tide swelling within breaking itself upon the stoney shore feelings can linger there no more the tide swelling within drowning, my heart sinks feelings can linger there no more purging, to clear it again drowning, my heart sinks waves…

There was a man in Acapulco, Where the waves wash as high as the mountains. And in the wet wind of June, My foolish old heart wanted to kiss him. His echo swirled around me like chocolate, When his hand took mine, helping me In and out, on…

This is something I have struggled with and continue to struggle with, but am slowly coming to terms with. The poem reflects my attempt to add some humor to my situation.   I walk into the sweet shop And see all my old friends Cakes,…

OMG, angst sucks. Like, if angst were a scent, it would totally smell like the fridge when it reminds you of last month’s leftover curry. Or like when you drive by all those sad cows on the I-5 and feel super guilty, so you start…

The edge looms not far ahead Two steps more and I may be dead But then there’s the sound of doom astern Is that a voice I heard? Perhaps it’s just the shadowed bird Nary a quote of foreboding warn Just a noise to drive…

Colors Colors are all around, From sky to ground. Blue, green, violet or Wine, All have their own shine. Many colors are in life, Still we run for black and white. Present is moving fast, Still we are looking in past. All flew by the…