Snow falls onto a castle spire and a princess sits, near burned by the fire Peasant children play in the grounds below but it’s not a pleasure the princess knows Her hands are gentle, soothed by fragrance and oil Bathed in milk and honey, she…

My pen is more than just a pen It bleeds words from the soul It’s connected to the universe In ways most will never know It holds a spark of the divine It’s more than just a muse At times the words it pours out…

I’ve never been much for tea parties much to the chagrin of friends. But one and only one time, a tea pot saved my skin. After a long and dreary winter, my depression was quite severe I was given a plain tea pot made of…

People can perceive a smile from 300 feet away. Your eyes light up, though that I cannot see, and unknowingly, my mouth corners tug at my lips. Faces are made to mimic one another, so even when I have the capability of five thousand other,…

Strange land it is where the Frownies roam Dead serious, deadpan! Humongous of girth, not a sliver of mirth All guests to their town they scan! Snicker Notsville, the town is named They forbid all merriment They stoop and walk with the weight of the…

We sit side-by-side on the bleachers on our street It’s been a long school term so we fill each other in I tell you about the boy I like   “Our first kiss was like magic It wasn’t quick or like the marriage of lips…

early morning commotion in the local park. a group of seniors gathered together were creating a ruckus. a few joggers and walkers stopped to watch their one antic. all were doing the same action, standing with feet apart and raising their forelimbs gently, stretching their…

Garland of clouds woven with a thread and a needle Periwinkles showered from the sky spread all over the earth A scene nothing else can beat for it is only God’s treat!

  I want to spread my winds Take you with me to the clouds, Wash my gumboots as we walk into a stream of undying love. There’s a beat playing in my head – Sound of hurrays and balloons coming to life by the swift…

Tickets are printed on black paper, embossed with the red moniker Of this park or terror and wonder, laughter and magic Entry is through a hall of mirrors – reflecting both the hilarious and tragic You leave without knowing if any of the images belonged…