Night Walking Part 2 (Flipside) In a rush I leave the house I don’t remember leaving Or why I was in a rush, I remember feeling too close, too trapped Needing to- the word is on the tip of my tongue I want to flee…

Gazing up up at the grains above me I know it’s crop just like they bring to The elevator Delicious grains My favorite ones When the truck’s come We’d put our hands out When they opened the sluice gate To the back of the truck…

Night walking when the night is mine When the night is kind Always in the back of my mind Some tiny part of me knows The night could slip away from me But not this night This night is not Flipside This night is honeysuckle…

Every day Normal is made There is never any normal Except the new normal Anything else is nostalgia Caught up in our fears Of change and dreams of a past Perhaps a past that never was A past that only exists Behind rose tinted glass…

I can’t breath For the gauze stuck in my lungs Inhaling streamers Exhaling tissues It comes out of me and hangs about my head and face Even if you can’t see me It’s a real miasma The coursers of ribbons Stuck around my face Get…

In winter I dream of frost On window panes Of sweaters and socks Mittens and knit hats I even; when it gets over 40 degrees Fantasize about snow Covering the streets In the winter I dream of swimming in the lakes Of the snow leaving…

Time has been flying How can this be? I don’t think the clock Is playing fair It’s definitely tricking me! I stop for a minute Just to do something quick The alarm starts to buzz It’s time to go again! Whose got the stop watch?…

He came to us with Juno But not in January She was his sister Traveling with Flynn A sure and noble guide, He brought the two safely Through mountains to bring Fuzz By our sides They arrived brother and sister, Two white balls Not unlike…

He barks at the window He barks at the door His nose goes to the ground No one can escape him! He’s a hound dog He’s ever alert Except when he’s asleep Then he’s flatter than dirt His ears hang low His jowls tremble When…

Adulted Too Young Virginia Carraway Stark It didn’t take long As a little child To see that adults Needed lots of help When I was small My mom crawled into my bed She said, “now you have to take care of me, daddy left.” I…