Restless Day After
Haibun Poetry A Nickelodeon version of Cinderella plays in the family room. Bella, our neighbor’s golden retriever, barks at a passing dog and walker. The pine-scented aroma from our freshly mopped tile floor reaches...
Tagged: rebellion
Portrait — Part III
Poem It’s fate. There’s nothing to grasp — but worn air of a future lapsing. It’s how we mitigate, how we squelch to years, minutes and the hour. It was the drag of...
The Last Night
Poem I pressed myself into your body Trying to create an imprint in my mind of what you felt like Smelled like Were like To last me the next 10,000 years Of the...
Flowers In The Darkness
Flower Poem The vengeful light, it breaks along the hill. Your eyes are wide, but all is silent still. You lie in creeping phlox and rose’s hand. The night has died and I...
Data Analyst
Life Poem No direction. An insect at a desk. Knowing better, but settling for much less. Scared to death of breaking the silence. If this is life then tell me, why is it so...
What We Write About?
Poem We write about oceans and seas We write about everything in between We write about love lost and pet seen We write about everything we ever wanted to be We write about nature...
A Cathartic Question?
Haibun Poetry Her eyes hold a distant look as she lifts her head from her book. A question Shirley asked her earlier still haunts her: How do I feel about Robert? After she...
What Hope There Is…
Reflection Poems Alas my father, Lo my mother, Alas my brother, Lo my sister, I come. No lies to tell, No self to hide, No expectant bites can tame me. No illusions as...
The Angst of Winter
Poem About Winter The sky doesn’t bleed. That makes today special. Momma used to say the bad days only make the good ones brighter. If true then days like today should make the...
