The juicer whirrs as I hum. Nothing in particular sits in my head. I throw another chunk of beet into the blender. Confirming from the recipe book, I add some cinnamon The juice whirrs up to the top, red foamy juice splashes on my pink…

Life Passes Quickly Life passes so quickly So try not to blink For as sure as you do Time shall fly in a wink One moment, a baby A newborn of need Then blink, now a graduate Ready to succeed Life passes so quickly Where…

Prompt seventeen – Text prompt Write a poem either titled or centred around a ‘Kaleidoscope’.   Twin-toned Kaleidoscope At a little past six in the morning I watch the sky dawning with a fat yellow oval moon hanging bright. The dark night trees begin to…

  You and I are part of this kaleidoscope life. An arrangement of pattern within the palm of our hands, Simultaneously connected towards each other. Strangers across the street that I bump along the way, Or some kids on the street playing. Wondering what will…

Parallel closet is hiding inside the actual place my clothes reside a spot where I escape and dream write about other worlds I scheme.   When life is stressful and upset my hidden space gives me a rest sweet music plays from within and my…

Reflections of reflections of reflections mirrored in the eye, I see you standing there at the water’s edge, the next minute you are gone only to reappear with the gardening shears or getting ready for work your smile gently teasing your hands reaching for mine…

    Listening to “On the Nature of Daylight” by Max Richter. There is an image of you I love You are dancing in the garden, just right after checking on the plants Planting a kiss on my forehead, you spin me in the air…

Summer colors mixed with winter lights swirling apexmesmerizing vortex of mirrors held to the child’s eye as he slowly turns it so the colors fold themselves in on unending varieties of patterns of wonderment.

      I love your lips and your hips, And the way it sways when you walk, I love how you speak, And your freak-mind bending ideas that keep me thinking, Where on earth you get them. I love your songs and your voice,…

Music prompts me to be chill but to write at will these last words I’d rather spill.   – Sandra Johnson, 9-2-2023