Hour #11 Changes   The glooming arrives earlier now, dropping like a curtain along the path of the rising moon.   This is when we most expect silence but the city isn’t quiet, nor are the woods. And tonight, weirdly,   the full moon begins…

I promise I will give you the moon on a stick if you quit saying Jesus Christ, Fuck’s sake! if your dirty clothes land in the hamper, if you turn off cell phone at meals, if you quit sleeping all day, if you comb your…

  I fall into a swoon at the sight of the moon like a romantic tune or the call of a loon.   Though singers will croon about love coming soon of the Strawberry moon appearing in June,   at night I cocoon at home…

Perks of being of the female gender, So many, it addles my brain. Not being able to take a walk at night, Just one of the very many. Do everything in our power, To make sure we don’t feel powerless, But powerful, oh I haven’t…

Somewhere I’ve Never Been… 1/2 marathon poem #11 I’ve never been to the Moon But I’d like to I’ve never left the Earth But I would do If I could I’ve never seen an Earthrise But I’d like to Gaze upon the green and blue…

Within the patterns of the night I pull the shawl of soft moonlight about my shoulders and take my place to dance the barefoot steps of grace. My feet are sure enough to hold me through the years of growing old, my hands are able…

There’s my friend, the little hopper A frog as black as midnight. She follows me everywhere I go That Moonshadow. I hope she’ll hop the sadness away Or maybe hop some joy She keeps me from feeling lonesome That Moonshadow. But frogs don’t make much…

Wondrous weeping willows wallow near my windows Outstretched reaching out to me, inviting me to explore the outside festivities Frogs are hopping about croaking loud and free Crickets chirping their way through the grass Little Sparrows singing songs of solace spring searching for food The…

Often times, when I lie on my bed at night, I imagine what my ideal room would be like. The first thought that comes to mind is what color the walls would be. For me, there’s only one solid answer- midnight blue.   The best…

HOUR ELEVEN moonbeams singing a lullaby everything is bathed in a glossy luminescence beneath the furrowed duvet, a wisteria vine sigh How to escape this earthly noise? pine tree in my tea-cup. ii. sweet drops on the pine cones resin tears on the thistle a…