I love all things Parisienne and French Eiffel Tower and flowered park bench sculpture gardens and oil paints drench.   I dislike snakes and spiders hairy rainy days and drunkards merry mostly workdays with splash days flee.   And teacher in London now I be….

I’ll thank you in advance for this. I appreciate a well-placed kiss. Small kindnesses aren’t small to me. Just be yourself and I’ll be me. With acts that match our loving words. We’ll create a love that doesn’t hurt. We’ll find the joy in every…

Reference to Morning by Billy Collins Why lay in bed in anticipation? The morning has nothing to offer But sweltering anxiety. The humidity is a sweaty sore And the bugs, too many Get up, make your bed, and get going Pick out your brightest clothing…

A bunch full of flowers in the hands Colorful and beautiful Flow out to spread fragrance In the house A bunch full of thoughts in the mind Wise and wonderful Flow out to spread brilliance In the conscience A bunch full of virtues in the…

Dear Democracy It’s been awhile since anyone – except for Colbert – has said so, but you are missed. You have so many well wishers, but some of them have the wrong visiting hours. Or, are sitting in attendance for someone who claims to speak…

Dear Angelica, If you’re reading this right now then you made it! Congratulations!!! I don’t have much to say Except what you already know Everything happens for a reason Just know you’ll learn to love yourself Your life is a journey And YOU are meant…

We never had much as potato farmers in the poor man’s village But luck, your sibling, gave us a token to turn Lady Fortune’s wheel With assistance, we escaped poverty but landed in a dreadful world The middle class, where we all tread forward while…

Dear Jane, How I wish you were here to have an afternoon tea, make sly commentary on the women surrounding us, their transparent wiles and winning ways: such a penetrating gaze you leveled at our small world. None were safe from your pithy review. Minutiae…

I know I drive you crazy, You too, sometimes are fussy… To me, you still are my li’l baby You know we both are choosy, Cheer up and take it easy.. I am sorry, I say frankly!! So do mummy and daddy! No matter how…

I peer over the shoulders of strangers, a tourist in my own body. Am I here? I ask myself, nonexistent until noticed. No one turns back, meets my gaze, and sheepishly glances away. Their attention is focused forward, to a future misted and glazed into…