How envious I am of my dog Sprawling like a human Across my couch, Darting like an arrow Straight into the house Nearly knocking me down as He races past me, Looking at me innocently with His tongue lolling Off to the side. He groans…

When I’m feeling lost and broken and nothing is going right I turn my eyes upon you and find comfort in your light You’ve always been there for me when I’ve needed you more You are my greatest asset when the wolf is at my…

She found and sold her soul in Osaka while watching the Geisha obi tied tight Miles of fabric Draping the ground Beneath the cherry tree Just a short distance from The tea house Pouring heat into the hearts Of men With dashing eyes flitting from…

Sneaking out with my friends To meet a middle-aged man With intent on stealing my virtue Talking of red wings, things I Knew absolutely nothing of Other than it was vile Friends with plans to steal away with me Telling me I shouldn’t wait And…

I replay melodies Over and over Until my mind Takes over them And memorizes keys Signatures And the elegant way It trickles like Raindrops upon a windowsill. Through my veins Stirring within me Emotions I never realized Hiding within. It scurries me away Into daydreams…

If I am with you I’m completely yours Every breath Every heartbeat And every heartbreak Until my last breath. I am the forever girl The once-in-a-lifetime girl The one who would dedicate herself To support you Lift you up Be your shoulder Have your back…

As much as I like the image, I went with the text prompt for my final poem of this year’s half-marathon. Thirty years ago this summertime I was watching Total Recall on laserdisc while eating some Snickers ice cream bars after coming back from Shibuya…

If you hate yourself Give your love to someone else Ignore the temple housing your soul And trade for something shallow. A pocketful of coins Won’t buy a whole lot these days But put them in a wishing well And wish for the rest of…

I open my hand Allowing the world to spill out Onto the ground In shards of brokenness And heartache Bitterness And self-deprecating antics- Some say there’s always hope But some things aren’t worth hoping for So,I carry on. I open the other hand And welcome…

Went with the text prompt for Hour 11. Not my favorite, but this is what I got. In her pretend forest ranger fantasy she wore periwinkle gumboots and yellow ribbons Every afternoon she’d dance between the skyscraper trees and skip past squirrel-run storefronts on her…