Staple of the Cherokee, one of three sisters, along with beans and squash. Corn is all you need for tacos, for liquor, for punch lines, syrup and grits. As corny as it gets, you can’t keep it down on the farm. Eat it in Paris,…

Poem six. Already out of ideas What should I write about?   They are planning a human head transplant So who exactly does the thinking The old person or the new head?   The cops busted kids with a koolaid stand Guess the real criminals…

if we could find that secret, sacred place here on this great, green earth where we could hold each other, breathe each other’s sorrows and fears, we could discover our souls are One, and there is no such thing as suffering or ugliness or what…

My Dog, Alfred Fashioning himself as a gangsta, Alfred Hitchcock wears his gray hoodie whenever I take him for a walk through our local grave yard. He enjoys peeing on tombstones. An intimidating terrior with penetrating eyes and monolithic Easter-Island ears, he refrains from barking,…

In That Old Photograph It looks as if my skin’s too tight like my soul hasn’t had the chance to work its way to the surface of my then smooth mask of face I don’t know who she was the way she tied her scarf…

Now I rebel. Now the inner scream. But no, I am not unhappy.   I am just hanging over the side of a great pool, Reaching my arm in, up to the shoulder. I can smell the surface—not water, but words— And I see my…

It is difficult to put into words. Images created are often chimeras, desert wishes on a long, overheated trek. Should I take the spoiled French bulldog? Wearing the sweatshirt like a fighter warming up, he is not where my gravity sits. The handful of moss…

Instantly I’m reminded of my favorite childhood movie, “The Secret Garden” That I’d to get lost in as a young girl It consumed my mind and my heart Caught up in their intensely emotional and magical world I’d be sucked in to the painful undertones I…

The clueless are always convinced they have a clue. Shredding you apart with their  inconsiderations, deceit is their only truth. V.Sky

I buckled again, my knees gave out at a time when needed most, why were they different than hers, the other women, that I can’t keep my mind off of simply because I’m trying to understand what you see, you men that form relationships with…