A home of my own. It’s time for me to finally settle down. A house, a kitchen… is that too much to ask? A place that’s mine that no one else has. Can it ever exist? Can it ever be so? A home that I…

We laugh around the fire as its light flickers on all our lit faces. Beer, wine, vodka, peach whiskey, Sweet spiked, or bitter, Whatever the taste, it’s a lit crowd of raucous friends. He tells the same stories again and again – about the island…

Once upon a marshmallow morning In a cotton-candy land Children’s laughter everywhere As they did the candy dance Around trees of chocolate kisses At the Skittles rainbow’s end They danced and sang so merrily And held each other’s hands While fairies dusted them with sugar…

The earth is like a blue bottle jelly fish a creature of many creatures floating in an ocean of cosmic gas. We hurtle through space at an incredible speed pushed by waves from an unknown source. And we each are part of the other. Singular,…

It was my first Christmas in California. I had met him just a few months prior to that night. He seemed so sweet, and so quirky at the same time. And seeing someone else, of course. That’s always the way it is in my life….

Crossing into another time They could finally be free soak up the rays of the golden sun Bathe in the hot springs heal their scars and forget the past breathe

My palms are too soft Too white. Eighteen years into life Yet they are like a newborn child’s, Devoid of any callouses No marks, no creases Save the life line and such. Haven’t I toiled? Am I a stranger to life’s pain? I know I…

  The night’s dragging on forever And yet time is flying by Dripping poetry in our wake As we pen words with a sigh 24 poems in 24 hours A creative’s crazy dream Push your talent to its limit Like a seamstress’ outer seam Now…

Star light, star bright A million tiny points of light Scattered ‘cross a velvet sky Like a jewelry store just seen at night There’s light in every darkness If one just looks to see I know a thing or 12 about this Because there’s a…

it’s a cliche that everyone has a crazy uncle and maybe it’s true; it was for us. my crazy uncle was the uncle we knew best and who we adored more than all the others. he held sleepovers for me and my siblings in the…