I can’t believe I’m writing this I watch as the sun sets before my eyes There’s nothing left outside, the ground is burnt Instead the inside beckons The air conditions outside are stifling Instead I’ll eat some ice cream Worlds apart just due to a…

It’s 6 p.m. on a Friday night. Instead of being in my pjs at home, I’m sitting around in a room filled with friends with a wine glass in my hand. There is good food and even better conversation – though we only spent 20…

The August heat is upon us, covering us with sweat, a dewy sweat that doesn’t cleanse us. Tensions rise and I want to hide. Your past has caught up with you, a change in you I thought I could avoid. Where is the autumn and…

My thoughts are wandering all the words, I’m pondering.   the prompts, some challenging the poetess is learning   New forms, and definitions Here’s to posting, quick decisions   The sounds of music, echoing while the pen is beckoning.   The marathon, my wrecking ball….

Sentry   Late summer’s tree stands proudly sagged with age-spotted greenery weeping in the humidity. its trunk hosts industrious insects, frantic with winter premonitions   Fierce late summer tempests taunt the tree, daring it to shed its steamy, wilting coat prematurely   If the late…

The feeling of dread was in my mouth. By the time the elevator stopped, I could feel the panic continue to rise. I knew what to expect, and yet I was still taken aback at her being there. Greeted with a half crooked smile and…

I drank the sky, opened my mouth wide, my teeth flashing, cameralike, in the sun. I meant to stutter an excuse, offer an apology, sing the praises of someone not me, but something fuzzy and cool, like gossamer or lavender cotton candy, spun inside. Well,…

FOREST DEMON If he’s warped, then so am I. I feel his madness deep within my cold heart. He screams, thinking no one hears him, no one can help him, but I hear him. Over and over again, the same awful screech, the same complaint. Can…

Hours spent sleepless at 3 am Usually 3 am Sometimes 3:33 – a scary time One in which the ghosts come out! Demons infiltrate my every thought Whipping me to shreds with their anguish Over my imperfections What needs to be done Did I do…

Inside today: inside my house, inside my room, inside my bed, inside my head. This is the price for two consecutive days of activity. Behind the netting, an open window. Open curtains too, now that the glaring sun is in retreat. Air-holes made for this…