She stares at the bridge, as she’s done years before As memories across time come back to the surface For once, she was younger, the foliage the same As their timeless love story began A young Marine and a seamstress in waiting A summer romance…

Ode to Freelancer-Poem 3   The bridge with views The river overlooking the green The woodlands on the river screen The green on the walk offscreen   The Bridge with views Photography her passion Vacation her progression The rock her disillusion   The Bridge with…

Dear Grandma Pauline, It has been years since you were called home. I miss your quiet strength, and your beautiful, kind spirit. You were always the best combination of Southern sass, heart, and grace. I remember when you would take my hand and walk with…

Every day, at the witching hour I do this chore expected not by anyone but me and my doctor if left uncorrected. I spend my last vestige of energy doing leg lifts. Up, down, in and out, In a loop, day in and out.. Leg…

Lyra and her daemon moved through the darkening hall, taking care to keep to one side, out of sight of the kitchen. A daemon’s after me darkening my door, No clue if it’s bad or good It lingers in the hall While I try to…

If I ask you a question What’s your reply going to be Would you think it through with purpose To answer honestly Or would my very asking Be only for my gain As you make up an answer Without a truthful grain If I’m asking…

Cool, damp, and muddy Not one but two larger ears A horde of green friends Mushrum lurking tall Goblin beneath oh so short Eating bugs for fun Big tall humanoid Stompy Stompy go his boots Spores are on the loose Threatening Bad Time Goblins run…

In this busy world, Where everyone is rushing to meet deadlines, To make both the ends meet all the times, I wonder if anyone yearns for some solitude? I wonder, If just for a minute people stop, They don’t worry about the road jamming traffic,…

There’s my friend, the little hopper A frog as black as midnight. She follows me everywhere I go That Moonshadow. I hope she’ll hop the sadness away Or maybe hop some joy She keeps me from feeling lonesome That Moonshadow. But frogs don’t make much…

There’s a strange cottage in the woods it lurks just beyond the tree line, out of sight. Even the heat of summer cannot affect the cool atmosphere around the cottage. Sometimes when I’m overheating I’ll zoom past the treeline to the lake the cottage rests…