If I jump off here… Will you be there? If I fly away though this path… Will you join me on the journey?   If I jump off here… Will I land beside you? If I never see you again… Will you seek me forever?…

September Crisp air and apple cider reminds me of walks threw fallen leaves sweatshirts and hand holding around open fires so begins the cycle of my grieving. October Children chatter about costumes morning breath comes in puffs a coldness creeps into my smiles and close…

SEASON OF THE UNCERTAINTIES   Life ever changing, with its ups and downs Unpredictable and often unnerving.   Taking us down a path of our choosing And sometimes down a path we wish not to travel.   We can try to predict our outcomes, But…

Melodies and syncopated rhythms ring in my ear Bass bleeding into my skin Pulsating drums pace my cardio cadence My soul fed through damp grass on the soles of my feet Gyrating hips churning warm wind A soft hand touches my face I see my…

Here they come chatting and gawking touching and sniffing pulling and binding Next thing you know I’ll be in a pretentious basket on display at some forced farmers market stand naked and twisted next to the purple basil flowers still intact silently screaming Oh, the…

In the face of petrol-dollar and stolen riches, the president still dies His hordes of physicians try his death to hide The citizens are in the dark and no one is in the know His kitchen cabinet covers up the cause of his death so…

Season of the Spirit Found her, at last … What happens now? It moves so fast… Will life allow? What can I see? I know who I am… I am free to be! I give a damn; I found the key… To be the who……

Spring Kigo, Haiki Set Ann WJ White Nesting birds arrive. Singing bright lullabies near, Filling the green trees. Old frogs leap and call, Turning spring dances in air, Waiting for lovers. Spring’s optimism Decorates blooming plants and Leaf kaleidoscopes Storms lash out above, Elaborate referees…

As the moon climbs over the hill, The creatures out in the wild Wary of the noise, less heard And the air breathless There’s something awry in the air tonight Both mystical and dark, unclean, Shadows are lurking by old stone walls In wait for…

Distance, not mere word kills me like sword. Feelings desire for him needs want him craves search him, at last its only dark and grim. The roses, deep in my pages finds him missing the way he is kissing. Distance remains the same stupid, quiet…