Lately, I sit down to write, but cry instead. Usually, I let Roy out in the backyard Before breakfast and his early morning walk Sometimes, He bites me and I say he’s only a puppy. Almost always, I sleep deeply and wake refreshed. Once in…

I swim. At least thrice a week sink myself into the pool and forget why I exist. I swim into and against the flow. I dive so deep your hand has to find mine and pluck me out.  

Sliced tomatoes, zucchini, squash, we in circles, patterns numbered three red, yellow, green, bake and boil drizzled with olive oil olive, garlic, see finish thee a treat Oui!   – Sandra Johnson, 9-3-2023  

The room is a blur my thoughts are a-stir the lizards are monsters their cages mid-whir.   Coffee, poetry mix doing lots of cool tricks words jumping off pages into canine cages.   The dogs are loose, too this place is a zoo my dwarf…

  LET’S APPRECIATE BEAUTIFUL YET DIFFERENT CREATIONS OF GOD In the hallways of your school, You may see a child who seems different She may be the girl who always sits alone Or the boy who never talks to anyone Or a child who just…

EDUCATION Transfer of knowledge happens even in birds and bees Mother bird teaches the child how to fly from the trees The lion teaches the cub how to hunt Even pigs teach their piglets how to grunt Knowledge sharing is known as education This happens…

FREEDOM A few months ago, the thought never came, That a new virus would come, and life would never be the same! A few months ago, the thought never came, That even going out of the house would never be the same. A few months…

Storm Salty air blows around in circles The breeze picks up seaweed from sand The current reacts to the gusts By crashing to the shore Seafoam swirls the rocks Shells dig in deep Safe from harm Black clouds Storm

WOMAN A woman is an angel on earth Shamefully only a very few know her worth Every woman is a combination of beauty and brains She can bravely walk through any pain Every woman is unique in her skills And she can master any work…

Hour Nineteen – Text prompt Write a poem describing your surroundings as inarticulately as possible but maintaining just a tiny bit of the truth.   Of Scottish Summers If you live in Glasgow and look out of the window, You’d see all that is to…