What is love What. Is. Love. What happens when baby hurts me? Baby hurts me Baby. Hurts. Me. That’s not love. It’s never love to hurt your love. Dating doesn’t answer me Live is not a tragedy Is love romance? Is love just chance? We…

Parts of life, all life offer points of transition Butterflies show us this most clearly Seemingly soft, but strong and resilient So much comes from the struggle -to change -to move through -what was; to -what can be They are unmade and remade Adding strength…

ANIMALS UNDERSTAND   I know I will never see . . . One as lovely as thee. With your wet nose and wagging tail, Your antics, in my laughter make me wail.   You want to share my food . . . And I want…

Tragedy always celebrated, In all forms of art, Pain glorified, Accepting with open arms. The fuel behind the artist, Bringing the art in them to life, Lives of real people, In exchange for the life of art. But what about the tortured, But still alive,…

Joints screaming, Muscles aching, Trying for a quiet pain. An ache that buds instead of blossoms, Take it today. Take it tomorrow. One day, There’ll be a spill of raven hair on a snow-white pillow, The brown eyes once vivacious now dulled, Passing into a…

Cruelty you laugh when I cry cruelty my pain, your pleasure     (A lune is also known as American Haiku and follows the three line format with a syllable count of 5/3/5.)      

Weeds Like weeds among the flowers in my yard, you sneak inside my soul and block the sun. I wish at times like this my heart was hard. There was a time when loving you was fun but now it feels like leeches at the…

She’s Gone The pain inside my soul is painted and flavored by the emptiness I feel, thinking of the eternity of time I now must spend wandering alone toward the grave that awaits us all. There was a time, not so very long ago that…

THE MONTH OF JUNE   crick clack snack she’s a Jack of all trades taking her sweet time mulling over every last ounce of sweat.   Their sweat, not hers, she’s transferred pain onto them and they have no chance to decamp other than to…

Dear pen, will you please bleed and die to the last drop. I’ve a wound so deep There is blood in my mouth, and an ocean uneasy in my eyes. Dear pen will you please bleed and die. I’ve a story to tell but words…