A reliance heavily on self without the unwanted influence of others. Careful with whom is granted access to her life. Find her in the bookstore corner quietly skimming the markdowns. See her in the grocery store shopping while listening to 90’s music through her air…

Strange heat. Firefly light. I forego my mask and head into the night I’m fighting a lethargy like none I have known. I walk out past the treeline to stargaze alone. Will celestial wonders bring me back from the brink. I sip from my bottle…

In a dreamy land Deep in the woods Small, Dark cottage Strange and funky Was the abode of a spirited, crazy old dame As weird as she was, Gobbled up crispy hot porridge, Each day dressed up like no other And Danced her way to…

Our bus zooms past treeline highways as we travel to the annual camp-meeting I am always looking forward to the camp-meeting It is in the cool, dry breeze and the happy faces It is in the strange people who peopled the places There is no…

Father was livid, his anger radiating heat where he stood, Hunger fueled his rage further, Making him snap his teeth, bellowing he would no longer be just an observer.   She’d stolen now thrice, This wily intruder in our cozy cottage, A brat, an insolent…

A Mysterious Party Ann WJ White The country cottage, surrounded by evening light, is host to the many fireflies, nightbirds and shadowed creatures. The building wears a mask of civility under the languid heat of summer night. Strange voices project from the treeline. Stars hold…

PITY   The heat of midday faded as the brilliant summer sun settled below the tree line.   Strange seemed the firefly who earlier zoomed about the cottage now looking lethargic and spent.   Had he succumbed from the heat of the day or did…

It was a strange magical evening, the fireflies danced with the stars. Flitting just with in the treeline, they zoomed around the cottage. The nightly heat filled us with lethargy; our young bodies glistening in the dark. Holding tight to empty porridge bottles, waiting, in…

My lion spirit roars releasing dancing flames like a light house guiding those around me through storms It rejoices in gratitude for the gift of sweet oxygen breathed out by my arbol brethren Each enhale enhances connections to ancestors answering unasked questions Alleluia for revelations…

I was in my cottage… And this strange little bird … popped in. He told me, “Ain’t this heat like sin?!” I looked at the treeline; shaking the lethargy of my quarantine. There my porridge sat, and ZOOM, the bird spat! I saw he wore…