City girl moves to the country needing a different light time to reflect and grow sitting on the deck watching nature bloom in this wild spring season Nature seems happier less noise less pollution a majestic owl hoots in the palm tree as a busy…

Once upon a time, I smiled so broad, so regularly My eyes big and bright and blue; I was only three A tow-haired child who taught herself to read, Who remembered everything; and now, with eyes of blue-grey-green At forty-five, I’m honey-blonde; I hide and…

The world, as we know it far too volatile, far too long ignited by guiltless death tragically not uncommon finally not unnoticed my city, my neighborhood over and over again, the worldwide video refrain.. They/we killed him outright representing us as community complicit far too…

The problem with having a rule that you have to be positive Is that forced positivity Can lead you – to use the pejorative – To feeling a bit shitty When your fake full-beam smile is dull in comparison To ‘insprational-quote’ Maddison.   Because deep…

11:11 is a reminder to look inward to create internal peace and embrace the core of my being. A signal from my ancestors to live in the present with the conviction of their past. To stay in sync with who I am and not the…

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…

I have so much I’m s’posed to do within a day, within an hour, within a week, a minute too. I just need to do so much each day, like get through work and clean things up a bit, as any adult does. Yet for…

Ingredients: 1. Fear 2. Warm fuzzy blanket 3. Creepy music 4. Dark chocolate pretzels 5. Doorbell Directions: Select a horror movie that instills fear gives you goosebumps makes the hair on the back of your neck rise contains all you fear Curl up on a…

It is the 3rd Hour The sun is shining And I am already talking to myself about powering through It isn’t that I don’t want to finish this great race But really, I’d rather be out and about having the sun shine and splash all…

Poetry is a thing with rules. More guidelines than actual rules rhyme this, rhythm that, make sure it has some kind of flow, goddammit, if it doesn’t you’re a hack and you can’t follow the simple rules. tell me tell me tell me Tell me…