Is hope more of a wish or a prayer? Does it have to do with string? Is it a goal or objective or song? Or just some everyday thing? Does hope spring eternal as the poem says or perhaps the poems are just mush I’d…

Round. Not for appearance, but for the ease of making. Nature requires at least an oval for square is too much effort. In my youth, pepperoni was it. Mushrooms were gourmet. But now, there’s figs and prosciutto, pesto, and lamb with mint. Introduce gluten free,…

Prompt Twenty-four – Text Prompt – Write a poem about hope.   Because they Hope   Hope is the best there is. Was she not the last one out of Pandora’s box? There is always hope, even against hope. Till the end, till the very…

Hope came to me bright eyed and humble. Like daybreak She felt like the tide— the lilting here and now, and cleanse of disserving patterns

2am. Poem 24. Love and Hope (a senrua) Sisters Love and Hope are a swift twin tailed comet wild inside my soul.

Possibility a haiku It is entirely possible, says my friend, that everything will be ok.

Taunting fate It opens the door to expectancy something may happen something may not Still, we indulge in magical thinking The illusion of omnipotence fronting a positive outcome 

3 AM Pancakes I’ve grown so accustomed to you being there I can no longer sleep when you’re not In fact, here I am with my 3 AM pancakes Alone and unable to sleep It’s funny that years of sleeping alone So normal and now…

The poetry is done for now I slip away to bed Allowing just this treat for now I rest my weary head And though I do not publish this On the 25th hour 50 poems I have writ Within 24 tight hours

Running away has been such a strange purpose as I am chased by pigs feigning greatness. Peace, such an elusive state of being in this state of chaos. I am almost ready to fight, but I hate fighting. Until then… I just keep running.