Mind’s a candle flame Desireless, it is tame, With gusts of passion, Its vitality turns ashen before the light dims, There’s much it brings wisdom, and knowledge gives the mind high wattage. A candle can light many, if the flame is steady as the mind’s…

A woman I know mid-fifties went protesting first timer missing out as teenager with strict parents she wanted ‘self-fulfillment’ wanted understanding of what had been never missed Seeing her a few days later I asked if she found what she had been seeking “Yes and…

From across the globe they gathered defying timezones and technology bringing their poems haikus, sonnets, rhymes, limericks, elegies, odes, and so much more Some wrote through the night some wrote though to dawn hour by hour word by word so passionate so strong Learning, teaching,…

Always paid attention to her studies? Never had time for white rabbits carrying pocket-watches and white kid gloves? Never knew that Dinah was more than just a cat? What if Alice never wondered what might be down rabbit-holes or beyond mirrors? Would the Kings and…

you camera snatch krill and mysids stem zones mirror colonies bases loaded your medusae locomotive you know snow on thorns may memoir an undead battery dancing you drift daffodils near prayer flags across blinds you taste coffee grinds on the sea floor you might miss…

It really has become a chore. The shopping, the cooking, the baking, awkward moments, and obligatory snarky comments. Wouldn’t it just be nicer to avoid everyone and go away for Thanksgiving? YES! Imagine the ocean, a sparkling cerulean blue, crashing waves, salty air and a…

Twas the night before Christmas and all through St. Joes. The patients were sleeping with hall lights aglow.   Medication were given and rounds were all done. All patients were counted each and every one.   Patients were all snuggled with clean sheets on their…

Fresh pine And the scent of a wood-burning fire I would build Baked nuts and cookies And fresh-baked breads Mom set aside for breakfast The silence of the morning was my favorite thing Then, the glitter of white fairy-lights sparkling upon the tree The plethora…

it’s a cliche that everyone has a crazy uncle and maybe it’s true; it was for us. my crazy uncle was the uncle we knew best and who we adored more than all the others. he held sleepovers for me and my siblings in the…

Stroller parks Evil eyes Parents’ barks Children cries Crowded places Gluttonous bites Staring faces Long-line rides Not coming back Till I know It won’t be packed Like a sold out show.