banished for burning creator of the islands mischievous goddess   has Pele flowed on lava to play with fire in Maui  

rushing down the hall on a mission of mercy to coax or defend to steady amidst chaos the principal has our back

Desks protected us from a Soviet missile back in the sixties as much as barricade bars guard against Americans — please tell me different  

All Hallows Eve tanka ~ all ways    Hallowe’en wear a costume wear a mask hide behind sequins someone else someone other never never peel them off

Well, Duck You Too, Buddy!   If my phone were smart, then perhaps autocorrect would have learned by now the proper use of McPoop is only to pass McRib.   (A tanka is a five line poem with the syllable count 5/7/5/7/7. This poem was…

Tyson (Yes, he was a Boxer!)   My gentle giant, Ninety pounds of fun and fur, You kept me laughing. Your silly smile soothed my soul. You left pawprints on my heart.                          …

No Sweat   Sweat floods my forehead Heartbeat throbs betwixt my ears Pursuing my poetry Is much harder than I thought!   (A tanka is usually five lines with a 5/7/5/7/7 syllable count.)

permitted to seep into the wound, the saline stings; afterwards, the bleeding ceases, breath released – it is a sigh of relief  

The morning sun shines Sky is golden with blue hues Leaves dance in the wind Summer days are always hot Summer nights are for kissing

bittersweet ending wounds bled deep in healing form words poured out like rain blood and water flowing down mixing and taking new shape