Strung together deep Floating along the currents Wait in silent blue (Hour 19/Haiku)


A school is not a building but a community Stitched together with hundreds of hearts and minds All working to the same ends at the same time A unique combination of energy and souls That doesn’t exist anywhere else in the world And will never…

He Painted Himself In To Be With Her

Tears fall from the wall trapped behind the windows where the long, flowing hair of mountain ranges blows. He tries his best, nearly falling over, to give her his heart through a rose on her cheek and sweet lavender candles. Still her heart aches and…

Wearing a Mask

In this time of COVID-19, Loneliness creeps in to the farthest recesses making it difficult, if not impossible to stay connected to stay positive to remain part of something bigger. Not often am I concerned about having control allowing the natural course of things Social…

Under the Moon’s Sunlight

1. Only in moonlight shimmering scales, dark hair, white skin glitter on lake rocks 2. Only in moonlight trees dance and frame the white light regal dew drops fall 3. Only in sunlight do orchids bloom with fairies grass parts ways for them 4. Only…

Black Lives Always Matter (hour 19, prompt 19)

We’re far too many to be silenced Though we only need one voice We’re going to make a difference We’re not giving them a choice Black lives always matter Each and every one And we’ll never stop our movement Until real change is being done….

Graceful Siphonophore Apolemia

There she glides Gracefully she glides Silently she waits She waits for surprises In the depth of the ocean She rests peacefully While everyone is unguarded She’ll attack innocently

Siphonophore Apolemia

Float through space dejectedly alone and misunderstood Photocopy yourself once, twice, a multitude of times Hunger grows as food swims past, ridiculing your inabilities Look at yourself and yourself and yourself and decide Strung together you can confuse what’s in your space and outside A…

Hour Nineteen

  The eye with its frayed edges, something in me can deeply unfold   Source: A collage+ erasure poem composed from the cutouts of the Traveller Magazine Series.


I turn into myself. I turn into you. Together we’re telling a new kind of truth. We’re stronger together than we’ve been on our own. And the best part is that we are never alone.