Cityscapes and dreamcatchers:   You do such a beautiful job of blending cityscapes and dreamcatchers into your life. AS if you only feel inspired in the hustle and bustle then you step away and the peace just swells within you. As if you’ve finally gotten…

(for hour 21—from the say “yes” prompt of hour 15)   I should have said yes   Anger I’d not seen that in my grandparents before Too young to understand toxins and kidney function It surprised me when Grandma snapped back at him Fussiness did…

My spice cabinet, filled to the brim with sweet and savory magic, you are a wonder. The grinder and you have taught me to make my own masalas–chai, garam, Arab and Chinese five-spice. You open doors of the possible and make my cooking soar to…

A home of my own. It’s time for me to finally settle down. A house, a kitchen… is that too much to ask? A place that’s mine that no one else has. Can it ever exist? Can it ever be so? A home that I…

Mother Night and Father Darkness had a son Hypnos, the god of sleep I dreamt of him often living in the caves near river Lethe Squid Ink sensuous moves eyes black as pitch whispers like satin wings tenderly pouring his rich opium elixir down my…

Late nights, sweating on a dance floor, saxophone and electric guitar.    School children running a quarter of a mile for the momentum to fly into my arms.   Science experiments. Love letters from seven year-old students on the back of their homework. Dear Ms. Lusty…….

My cat crept into my heart on little fog feet. I saw him born, but he knew long before I did that we were meant for each other. Why shouldn’t cats know in the way humans know a relationship is lasting? He did. He showed…

Dear Anointed One, I have given it much thought. I have decided to take your advice and vote my conscience. I will not vote for someone who supports fracking I will not vote for someone who is beholden to the corporate elites I will not…

There is silence… No humming TV. No buzzing phone. No static voices in the background. There is silence… My brain doesn’t speak. My heart doesn’t beat. My ears don’t ring in a disturbing pitch. There is silence… The world sleeps. The moon wanes. The day…

Down deep dark dreary pathways I follow The pounding pulse, twisting violent turbulent turns Gothic rhythms of your nightmares Spilling spinning screaming On aging pages Hold me hostage I dare not look away I dare not leave My blood pounding bruised beating heart Pleads for…