I rarely use umbrellas on rainy days I’d rather stand in the way of the water when it’s warm weather and okay I always carry an umbrella late summertime nights When I travel by bus or train no matter if it rains , as my…

From the vantage height, all villagers gather to see the reason the season has quit the dew has also quit farmers angered by this seizure all gathered at the Watchtower to say a few prayers  

Tenderness is her soft whiskers against my skin, precious is her nose near mine, She sits as I open two books read a chapter from each. Her kisses start my day.

Hour 12 in fading light in the sound of turquoise there is a time of imaginings an in between feeling not awake not sleep dreaming but like dusk with elements of day and night where your own thoughts settle like the last wash of color…

Hour 10 In the exhalation of poets, we writers like to categorize everything bundle them up. I wonder what a collection of humans would be? Not as congress or community as we would not agree on anything. In a shrewdness of apes the gorillas at…

In the mild April showers Umbrellas bloom like flowers, Like tulips, upside-down In the busy town. The village stream hosts paper boats An enterprising child’s umbrella floats A sail tied to its wooden grip. Among those tiny coracles, A mighty masted ship!

Sad really, is it not The piano wasting away Thrown away so carelessly Oh what music could come from it Now it’s just a shell of what it was What it could’ve been Grand in its day, but left alone Rotting, unspeakably sad No more…

I’d love to buy an island Some place to call my own Where I could simply be myself And would be left alone No phones, no neighbors, no distress Nothing but peace and calm Where ocean waves would kiss my toes As some sweet healing…

The baker was eggs-pecting a delivery A dozen brown eggs, the sp-egg-tacular dozen The baker sells some eggs-quisite cakes And some egg-ceptional banana bread These are quite the treat, I must add And earlier this week The baker promised me something eggs-tra special! Some egg-cellent…

The grass is greener! They didn’t lie, A greener green I have never seen All laid out right in front of me My feet are yearning to be free So plush my toes can smell the earth Beneath every step I take I see the…