I’ve said I loved you Many different ways. In texts, over the phone, In messenger, Audio, and Video But never to your face. Never, to hold you As the words flew out. I met you but couldn’t meet you. Fear of what I survived. Life…

I entered my home and found myself in a fish market Where I dipped my hand in a tub And emerged with a fish, wriggling out of my grasp. A tiny bottle flew to my other hand And I squeezed, The scent of sampaguita wafting…

The baby is asleep Now is her time To take a nap Take a shower Cook a meal Do the laundry Eat hot food Read a book Watch a show Call a friend Wash my hair The list goes on She can’t get up She…

Your green is sullied by the point of view of birds, Redeemed in a different angle That sees you blue. They hug you and you carry them. But every so often, You blacken that which you nurture, Spit on the face of an adventurer, Thinking,…

Open, close, glide, slip, slide, flit, carried along with the trade winds, from South America to the U.S., meandering descent, alight, rest, sniff, close wings. Scent, sweet, nectar, delicious intent, probing with a proboscis, whether orange or flower, sliced or whole, honey or raw sugar…

The Clock Strikes One As I countdown Until I can see you. No more, Skype, Chats, or texts To keep us connected While you work. I will see you Again. Not a photo, but you. My love. Heart and soul, We’ll be skin to skin….

Giving Birth   the blank page stares at me mockingly   breathe, push, fight concentrate come on, write!   pen to page words flow free POETRY!     (Tricube rules: three syllables per line, three lines per stanza, three stanzas per poem)

It’s easy to miss Those little things Lost in our busy world We often cannot see The squirrel on a tree Bright eyed, busy tailed Foraging all around Busy with its own existence And I wonder in bewilderment How are we all that different?

Break me with your text. Say goodbye. Say you love me, But can’t stay longer.

The words that don’t come together Smell like the freshly-baked buns That you can’t eat Because the scale glares back at you; The bread sits in the oven Like the Instagram coquette in the red skimpy boots, Her shiny skin on the golden sand, Captioning…