Lost and Redemption of a Life Ann WJ White Awakening the morning, waiting for it to rise, I follow a small tortiseshelled cat to her breakfast, carefully apportioned puree of chicken served on a glass dish, glistening. She is the reason for rising, for dancing,…

My dear younger self, This is your future – no, Don’t walk off, there’s things I want you to know. I remember you well, So new to the abyss We’ll return there, but You can get through this Happiness is not Confined to the past…

I walk, In my mind, past Limitations imposed By wearied limbs and brain-fog. Outside. Outside, The white clouds drift In sparse, scattered clusters Brilliant against the trees and Houses. Houses Stand dark, empty As owners head outdoors Bound for work or play, enjoying Sunshine Sunshine…

Inside today: inside my house, inside my room, inside my bed, inside my head. This is the price for two consecutive days of activity. Behind the netting, an open window. Open curtains too, now that the glaring sun is in retreat. Air-holes made for this…

Greetings, fellow poets and/or poets-to-be!  Due to time constraints (i.e. Needing to share my introductory post within the next 20 minutes before the marathon officially starts)!  I’ve essentially copied/pasted my profile bio here, as I think I wrote too much in it for a short…