after franny choi  the world keeps ending, and the world goes on  the same could be said for the days the months, the years, the decades all neverending ending things    it used to be hard to get out of bed on weekday mornings  the…

As we swing time does its thing the world goes by and music rings.   A silly little ding as we swing a bell goes ‘round and cracks the ground.   Hole opens wide there’s souls inside as we swing a demon sings.   We…

Butterfly Glasses All that might be Hearing winds swaying leaves With care, I emerge Full of wonder Feeling warm golden sun All that might be Full of hope Expanding outward, I stretch Fragile wings slowly unfurl Full of joy All that might be Inhaling peat…

Some days feel like too much. Some days not enough. Some days are easy breezy. Some days seem extra tough. Some days we dance on waking. Some days feel like too much. Sometimes the only difference. Is the feel of love-warmed touch. Some days we…

Two birds united, one parrot the other cannot two union in a knot Each half makes a better half

Breathing flowers Tasting rain Drowning children Pumping hearts   Crying out for freedom Tasting flowers Making friends Higging children   Calling nature Giving her CPR Tasting flowers Pregnant pause   Rushing home Catching waves Growing sunshine Tasting dlowers

In Focus   I focus on the sun’s rising rather than on the heaviness of my tongue drooping in my mouth  with the weight of the unspoken with the weight of your lips not taken back with a kiss.   I cannot sleep. I focus…

A swing in yellow A field behind Always reminds me of summers past And how the winter comes on so fast The warm summer sun replaced by Brisk autumn breezes Soon replaced by frozen winter rain  

surrender I thought I knew love when I was younger in the days before life and death wrote my life like a soap opera.   in all those deus ex machina moments I thought I knew love locked in the mysteries of trust or blindness…

Wait for me at the top of the old stairs where the creaks are the loudest and splinters catch your nightgown as you walk up to bed   By the old water pump wait for me to talk of fairies and nymphs that play in…