I am found breathless,  bound in the parenthesis of your kiss. Unknown to my undoing, you hold my heart, enclosed in your fist.   Gentle sighs deplete the quiet, minutes tick away unheard. The world is twirling on its axis yet here its ceased to…

“Primarily Visual Image Poem Challenge”   Lying on the ground Embracing the cold wind Caress of the night Staring the stars  Counting the blinks Covered by the clouds  Can’t see, too far Away from each other Hoping, dreaming Longing to bind Different color’s sight Reflection…

I’m stuck in a storm Unmovable No place to go Sheets of rain drench me Impossible to see the road I have to press on Thunder roars Rattling my insides A lion, a predator Driving me away Lightening snaps Lighting up the sky Immobilized I…

Browns and reds built the foundation Blues and greys structure tear down those secrets of formation Pinks and yellows give glory to the transformation Peach frees the child’s soul of word translations Squeezing out the blessed women’s Identity Of a born leader

Yellow eyed demons disturb dreams their spines curve like questions they dig their nails in open sores that once contained flowers These demons drag down spirits that would otherwise soar Wickedly they unbalance my life trapping my words in unspoken verses Sounds become silenced I…

Victory is just beyond our reach close enough to be tasted and the oceans of pain have yet to wash over me. It’s just as well because I am ready to fight and to win against these adversaries, so firm in their beliefs.

creamy white fungi grow on lone, leafless branches of chaos-theory fig trees in mid-April: spring weather arrives late this year

Crash! Natures clash. Lifeless liquid with momentum. Plant bullseyed with a bash. Pushed to equilibrium.   Motionless moment. Forces cancel briefly, but are ever present, battling bitterly.   If the next move isn’t death plant life wins. It must be…but yet! Movement begins.   Slowly…

One Lesson I’ve Learned Well When I was fragile as the bones of birds, unbroken by the way things go, I brought a baby chick so tiny and new but sick and frail and maybe suffering to my grandmother’s house. I came looking for her…

A clear-water rill threads over black earth, salaal, bracken and sword fern crowding thick from either side.   Overhead, the canopy, where evergreens mesh with maples, a friendly clash of greens, and bluejays scream, crows caw, chickadees chicka dee-dee.   You don’t like it here….