When the dawn breaks, my dreams-they will fall And down will come reality, cradled in the long haul. For what I dream Is too much a far-fetched fantasy. Only things within my reach can withstand And reasoning that nothing ever goes as planned- But they…

The house is in need of paint, father, plaster peels off the walls. The verandah stares vacant and blank, no life within its halls. It’s just a house, I said to myself as I passed down that road, just a house, abandoned and dark that…

Writing poetry alone is a place I call home with springboard to bounce words on.   – Sandra Johnson, 6/27/21 (Reverse Haiku – yeah, I did it!)

Finally where I wanted to be, Miles away from the rest of the world, Always running, The race never really stops. But pause, it did, As if the earth was exhaling and letting go, Time come to a standstill, Much like the broken clock. As…

The sap greens in the darkness, Masquerading as black, The sound of insects buzzing, Filling the air. You notice one far off from you, A sudden point of light flashing out at you. Within no time at all, You’re surrounded all around with these little…

There are poems in the forest Waiting to be found Among the trees and leaves Fireflies alight to the ground. There are forests in the poems Unexplored, unfound There are poems in the forest Waiting to be found.     Branches that those blithe spirits…

poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese a great man once wrote hence my attempt to set things right for cabbages and kings have been mentioned in the same poetic line why not cheese and the president surely one eats the other…

The moment when the sun subsides from cloud to fire and dips behind another hide-and-go-seek through the outer rims of space given to those who want it to feel like it had before when nothing was innocent Is fair game, what did I have to…

He has needed you from the moment he first saw you. At first the attention was light and flirtatious and you thought it gave you joy. Then he became more demanding, wanting to walk by your side and watch you while you were sleeping…till he…

Taking me to different universes My own personal medium of transport Books whisk me a way leaving nothing behind Heart of mine racing   I love them so with all of my heart and soul Reading always makes me feel like I am home Affiliated…