Mother Tongue   I never forgot this language— the way my tongue should roll when I pronounce the words   The accent and expressions grab the phrases strongly   The sentences slip out of my mouth with an ease   The pen doesn’t fumble when…

Melt in your mouth and hands alright! Such a creamy delight In its dark, milky, or ivory goodness I love chocolate When it’s hot and cozy When it’s cold and frosty When it nutty or on a cake When it’s the skin on his face…

“Last chance to see” The woman in the scales come one, come all to the Mermaid in a stall The man in the checkered suit waves his gloved hands at the tent last chance to see a bit of remaining wonder a con that only…

    How can a jig Encapsulate life? Two measures tear me up, Tighten my throat Capsize my heart so it floats upside down in my chest, Rudder aloft and sails under water. It starts with the swallowtails, of course, Dipping and diving for insects…

Run, Run, Run!   Run, run, run! or else they will go ahead the competition is fierce   Oh! Don’t take a break to breathe by the bay   Run, run, run! or else you would miss the train to the destination   Oh! Don’t…

I hear it. In the distance. Over the cliffs. The arctic breeze carries the tune. It flies over the waves that crash against ancient granite. A stirring. In my blood. Something ancient like the sea against the stones. The tune rolls on sea air brushing…

The childish laughter rolled with the green hills Up and down and they enjoyed the play and thrills Sisters loving the sunshine in the pool of daffodils Running happily through the afternoon as a breeze brought on a chill Bows and laces, smiling faces, showing…

Your sorrows will fade like the night sky fades— from black to blue from blue to pink.   The dawn will come.