Letter to My Fat Self

If only you knew I wish you could understand The power behind self love And your preciousness despite size Yes, you will take a lot of shit Grateful for scraps and tidbits From lovers who could never measure to your grace or wit or presence…

Running from concrete

The sparkle of the moonbeams danced in the reflection of this morning’s coffee The hush of the owls palpable in the air hanging like fog on  the misty lake One more sip of fresh water left in the canteen Damn I don’t know if I’ve…

Prompt 1-I am

9 pm, darkness encroaches. Sleep is an idea formless and forthcoming… I am ready. Just one more thing…   12 am, evening beckons. It is time for sleep, the cloud is ever-present. I am tired. Just need to finish up…   3 am, twilight shrouds…

The Road To Mass

This well-traveled road, I’ve traversed many a day. It leads me to the nuns to whom I bare my soul.     Highway nine-forty-five, is a simple, country road. Who knows the power, of this precious path?     I do. God does. And now…

Windows of My Soul

I look out and see the possibilities of my life.  A vast terrain that I’ve yet to explore.  It is growing and beautiful, ripe to be tilled.  There overhead flies an eagle showing me the heights that I can reach.  I hear the song. I…

Lois

Everything I know of me I know because of you.  Without your love, my existence wouldn’t have a clue.  My literal identity is bridged inside your smile.  My heart reaches through eternity, connecting through the miles. Thank you for being the one to teach me…

Dresses’ Dreams

Every dress has a dream, maybe two. For me, today, my dreams came true. One, to drape the body of Lady Maribou. To be featured in a painting was my deux.   My lines are sleek, my fabric smooth. Night black of silk and made…

Strong and Silent

A marvelous artist with a perfect eye captured her better than a photographers’ lens.  Her countenance stood out from the shadows showing the victory over her pain.  Her porcelain skin was flawless and yet looked cold to touch.  She now lived comfortably in her soft, black velvet…

Tea with a Tree

Welcome to my secret garden party, Willow. She couldn’t talk back, so she just nodded. i poured tea for two, chamomile and lavender. She glanced over at the wild mint patch. I knew what to do, a leaf or two for each cup. Her long,…

Boss Hummingbird

I assume she’d tired of her nest. Maybe she just felt like the patio was best.  Less stress.  She is very protective of the place. Not sure why she would need so much space.  Just not commonplace.  She runs everyone out of her patio room….