I love to write about pets (but so do lots of other people) Writing about gardening is fun (but, other people know more) I’ve written a lot about education (but honestly, I need a break) I was quite successful writing about travel (but, have I traveled enough…

Writing poetry is exorcism of ideas or emotions. Whichever has the lead is seasoned with the other then slapped onto the page to see which way the words splash.

Wade into water Pick seven stones below Holding them for you.   Let two tiny stones Return to sandy floor Ocean smiles hello.

balance summer organizing, relaxing, cleaning, sounds animals mediating between two sides fruit rejuvenate processing ********* Seasons circles, life cycles that keep the trees and plants balancing through photosynthesis. Birds come and go listening to their calls as a sound effect as we wake up as…

Is it not everyone who takes distant whispers and muffled giggles personally The ones that are conversations away, but reach your mind through your perked ears. Does not everyone self-consciously and arrogantly assume that their passing by sparks a side glance or a condescending chuckle…

I’m stuck I’m in a whirlwind of emotions Weighing pros and cons One person Two hearts Each beating differently Equally as strong? Or one stronger than the other? One heart too full about to burst The other heart just full It always has exactly enough I’m…

At the door step of death I stand there and wait. My breath it escapes me I’m dying  I know now my end fait. My heart beat is fading fast my and my pulse is nearly  extinct. Now my eyes are dimming as these symptoms…

Dying to herself, withered in toil she lay. Arms so unkept from years of fruitless waving, one dared to quiver. Not as if it mattered, what’s been done, has been done. For years, she danced around in a world of her own. Seeing the unseen,…

I have a time to give you. I have a moment to spare, thanks to the clock on the mantel. I want you to know that once, I adored you. Once I left you in charge of the children, and you let them go astray….

Pretty little boxes all lined up in a row. One by one aligned themselves but knowing not what for.   With their colorful labels placed neatly to display what might come to fill them some hopeful little day.   ‘Til then they’ll sit politely lids…