Birthday rose the color of purity, or brand new, unused cloth diapers, (I remember those days so fondly.) The green leaves are the same shade as the grass my sweet husband mows. Standing as tall as 150% the height of the vase (I don’t really…

The stormy day has come barreling towards us, I sit and whisper misgivings to your ear, We should remember this when the air is clear, And I think on your vodka drenched lips, And the heat burning between us, And I wonder where we could…

Dawn brings fractured fragments: a murder of ebony crows scattered across a wire, inky feathered music notes – treble clef, octave, breve. That incessant sun, he’s a lemon -orange scorched ping-pong ball plopping up where he doesn’t belong. A stone-washed sky breathes her secrets to…

Like, o.m.g. why are they creepin’ behind me? I know I’m all that and totally amazing. But these stalkers are really just crazy!   It was just one night, that gave them such delight. I can’t help it if they want my body, this perfection…

Green plastic lawn chairs on an iron-railed black-rolled roof converted to a balcony, green tennis courts diagrammed with white, chain-link fences radiating heat, concrete columns and lush, tenuous vines, two stone lions in repose, diagonally woven brick sidewalks brimming with tough green and I pay respects to sudden…

Boogeyman Don’t look back, don’t turn around do you really want to be found? Check the cell, no damn reception did you think you’d be the exception? Trying to flee and the car doesn’t start it seems that none of you are very smart Girls…

Hard rain dives through dark branches. Enveloping darkness surrounds As invisible clouds devour the moon and stars. Waters rush by, Urging everything downhill. Cool, wet diamonds coat the skin. On the warm summer night, The solitude is bliss.

cherry season – her nails more red

What more do you seek? There’s sun and hope for you. Go, find your own path!                    a haiku by Nancy Ann Smith

Plop. Swish. Kxsh. Plop. Swish. Kxsh. Plop. Swish. Kxsh. The water smells of rubber soles. Downstream they know And hide. Plop. Swish. Kxsh. Plop. Swish. Kxsh. Plop. Swish. Kxsh. A strange insect Of feathered wings Lands, then jumps. There it is again! Perhaps a swarm Of…