Dear Thomas, Your sage advice, your guidance and observations Have been turned to memes by the likes of those you surely rallied against posted often and loudly proclaimed as beliefs of their own but never really understood No use to address them akin to administering…

Dear Daddy, You still visit in my dreams. I miss you being here, of course. You’d be really old, too. Still, there’s so much I’d like to know. You left so long ago, and I thought I’d remember it all. I do and I don’t….

Dogs Joy Water Pavement Sunshine Warm wet muzzle meeting me in the mornings making me open my eyes to find a kind inquiring pair starring back at me. A wagging tale dances back and forth as his mission of waking me is completed It’s time…

Injustice in America Form: The Bop Ann WJ White When a teen, I raised my fists against racism, violence; but for LBGTQ rights, women, elders, battered children, nature. I squeaked and squawked in righteous fury, pushed away, seated, a white bread girl against a tide…

How can we heal all the hurt in the world? Undo the past and the harms that linger? How can we stop the blaming, shaming, and wagging of the finger? How do we right the wrongs that abound. To create change we’re so desperate to…

the town-crier said they said they will give the homeless shelter they said the homeless should come around and register they said each homeless will need a number they said to get the number a homeless must bring his mother they said whoever does not…

Before the prompt is out, sigh, The pencils are already moving, why? Their ears are closed, goodbye, as minds feverishly try to rhyme. Heads are bent over papers, be kind, maybe they heard me (in my mind).   I will teach them to write. I…

“Mumma, when will you die?” she asks with Innocence in her eyes and a smile on her lips, “Can I keep your unicorn t-shirt as memory once you’re gone? And sleep on your side of the bed? I will cry so much Mumma, When you…

The sky darkened and the cool breezes regaled Trapped outside, she felt the urgency to hurry home but she also reveled in the beauty of nature What was a person to do Lightning began flashing around her as thunder inched closer Still, she stood, camera…

I like my poems short and sweet reading or writing, I prefer to be brief. Some go on and on without relief words flow, I yawn and off goes the beat! But I do not wail or suffer in grief Read them in full and…