I don’t want your money or jewels or wind in my sails I won’t ask for the moon or the stars or shelter from either I just want to pray together for the sake of prayer we don’t have to agree on words or say anything at…

To each their own I say   We all betray creating the cliche   of the angst we carry   the blaming, the hurt How do we heal? Face it! You’ll deal.   Acceptance and responsibility Is key   Creating motion, no longer frozen in…

I forget where I was The day fascism was born In America Older than me, Of that I am sure, But I was somewhere. Somewhere pure. I forget where I was The day fascism walked In America. I was a babe In the woods, not…

I was walking towards the door Keys in hand Purse hanging on my shoulder Wiped out from a long day Of reading, editing, trying to avoid unnecessary banter with my supervisor And I don’t remember anything Yet waking up in a hospital Family gathered around…

  Oh my god, my pizza, like, came without extra cheese! Y’know the new shoes I got from Amazon? They were three days late! A whole three! And my mom, dude, she totally doesn’t understand me! It’s just like, ugh, I wish I could just…

You taught me of beauty, of hope and of love And how all that we are is born up above Your hard work and struggle, and yet all your grace Shown brightly despite the lines on your face Your love for one man left you…

I finally got access to the prompts and decided to try something different. By writing free form, I think I have been cheating a little since it does sound more like prose than poetry. My rhyme did not come out as well and with the…

Connecting us in ways we’d only once dream about. Offering an opportunity to say “hi” to those we forgot. Allowing us to see the smiling faces of loved ones, who lived on different continents and spoke different tongues.   We delved into the world of…

Fixing his motorcycle, dormant all winter He found a nest of mice Huddled together in the tailpipe The fearful mother fled, abandoning Her doomed baby, eyes shut, helpless. How could she? It’s instinct. Save yourself. The baby’s mouth opened and closed, imploring The world for  sustenance, comfort…

Was it three or four years ago that the drought first dried up the creek? It was the summer that the okra blossoms burned up and dropped off, when my harvest was nothing but peppers and eggplant. I don’t like eggplant. Last summer, it was…