Desperate now that you’re gone? No, not at all Helpless without your ‘kind’ assistance? Quite the contrary Lost and lonely? No, dear Bitter and guilty? Me thinks not Life has become sweeter, easier and happier My only regret is why didn’t I leave you earlier!

THE MONTH OF JUNE   crick clack snack she’s a Jack of all trades taking her sweet time mulling over every last ounce of sweat.   Their sweat, not hers, she’s transferred pain onto them and they have no chance to decamp other than to…

I see you there all cool in your imagined success, feeling smug as if you pulled it off. I see you there. I see more than the form that you you. I see the hurt, the pain, the lies. I see the truth you try…

The critical voice is quite the crippling force don’t let it stop you

Today another old friend passed further on to a place I don’t know depths I can’t fathom despair over politics lashing out in anger over villains not real slights he imagines typing out his anger regurgitating nonsensical rumors sharing humorless memes making mean comments about…

Anxious to see you Nervous about the day Goosebumps head to toe as I think ahead Suffering as time all but stands still Tremble because you are in trouble. The good kind

This prompt is a little strange. The challenge is to write a poem about the angstrom that is not cliché. Now I don’t know why they’ve selected such an obscure word. I’ve got a bit of a bad feeling about this, but what can you do….

Upon the stage… I have found my love. To act . . . To sing . . . To entertain… Accolades have come; Criticisms, too. I am an Actor; Female. We are all Actors. Labels . . . Male or Female; We act… On stage…

Wrinkle between the azure orbs is filled with sweat beads. Underarms are soaked in deluge of fluid. Feet slide forward with heavy glide that hides the anxiety. Suddenly the torch disappears and all is inky blackness. The wavy tresses bounce as the teenage head pops…

There’s a knock at my heart’s door And though I know I shouldn’t answer it I open the door anyway. He slips in claiming to be here only a few minutes. But he’s sneaky And attacks me where he knows I’m weak. He wants to…