A ping To say I love you A message To show I care It’s love Modern Look I make sure the world Sees All you do Or it isn’t real. Cropped, Filtered, And touched up And we are perfect. Love, Unfiltered A bonus to show…

Inside I alone am awake Silence is deafening until the computer suddenly hums An enormous fan nearly drowning all else out. Despite its noise I hear so much more Outside are birds, finches, swallows and crows Perhaps a raven an occasional duck But only rarely,…

She stands on the precipice Unsure, excited Stomach in knots Not knowing where to go   Step back, back in the familiar Step forward, forward into the unknown   Looking back, seeing all that has been all that has been outgrown   Looking forward, seeing…

He bewitches from the screen, A word per drop of caffeine; He reads to her her fortune From an old newspaper in June. The blueness appears to spread For now, it’s on his forehead, Then at once, his nose it shines And from the sky…

One step forward Three steps back Little feet darting about Sheer rapture in every step Clapped on the mouth Then clasped in joy Two chubby little hands Flying about in mirthful glee Eyes dancing, face shining A look of awe on the face Excited chatter…

The reflection, looking back, resemble a Unicorn. The grandchild that adores Unicorns saw it too. Often, in moments of crisis the words, “I am Not a Unicorn” could be heard but still magic would happen. When you are rare, you are a Unicorn. Don’t even…

And lo, I stood above the clouds, breathless Flying birds beneath me swirled, restless To travel beyond my elevated sight Everything for once seemed right Revolving around the planet I saw it all Now below there was a war Only hatred flowed with ignorance at…

It’s just the first hour With eleven more to follow I am staring at a blank page I am willing the words to flow I thought writing came easy to me I am an author, that’s my job Yet a simple poem eludes me I…

What was that Dream Virginia Carraway Stark What was that dream I woke up from That left me so soft and sad? What sorrow woke me From what shores of golden slumber To troubled waves of darkened distress? How glad I am to have that…

I am the beads of sweat Trickling from my scalp To the puddle forming Under my feet. (I am not my feet.) My hand-me-down sneakers Accuse my legs Of that I am guilty of; (I am not my guilt.) That the sun Towards which I…