Hour 15 – okay let’s do the things. Let’s keep going I think I’m going to use a prompt from the poet rajah again “wonder where tomorrow is”   POEM 15: If things continue to go this way I’ll have no choice but to wonder…

Yes Yes, is such a hope-filled word I wish I had said Yes to Brant when he was tangled in the emotions of being an 8-year-old from a broken family. Yes, to being the kind of teacher that gave him permission to be “naughty” (whatever…

Earthbound wish to fly is a tale I tell myself In truth, Pan-ic is the name of the demon hiding in my aerophobia lobe Whispering dark thoughts: Too much traffic, you’ll miss your flight A storm is brewing, the plane could crash You’ll be profiled…

He was huge, my guardian Sent my way by who knows who Big people no doubt. Concerned with my safety, no doubt. Or perhaps concerned I might explode? Who knows… Mountains of molehills if that be the case. I am not like the terds not…

I was 16,  We were coming home from Germany. Six weeks of milk from the cow on the corner, Basketball with cute boys,  And a Holocaust camp.   It was a long plane ride home. I sat on my best friend’s lap, And writhed on…

Physicists claim the universe is shaped like a soccer ball, and we are inside, with holograms coating the boundaries,  projecting all possible angles of view, individual and complete like Indra’s net. Physicists claim that black holes extrude through the walls of space-time like scattered spikes…

Ruled by the others she was till date, Serene and innocent. A damsel indeed; Attempting to prevent apocalypse, With a smile on her face. But she was made to write her own fate Growing in the shadow of the apocalypse, Strong and fierce she became,…

My constant companion My daily beat My midnight rhythm How much do I love you? Let me count the ways All your favorites I lay before you: Something Sweet Succulent summer strawberries Wild tart cherries Ruby red grapefruits Tangy tempting cranberries Something Savory Vine ripened…

Muscles need the brain To make them work, except the Heart. It’s a loner.   Beat Lue August 13, 2016  

Farmers Markets are the best when I go with you I know they smile when they see you approaching “pick me, pick me” They plead for your attention. Stone fruits and strawberries Dino kale and daikon Bok choy and blueberries lemongrass and tomatoes Your touch…