“Are these feathers from the flamingo you’re keeping?” I gave a stern look to Miss Martha and Louis while my fingers tightly gripped the pink feathers. My mind attempted to remain calm, but anger rose inside my body. “Please, tell me now.” My voice said through almost gritted teeth, which took myself aback. This anger ...

Dreaming when I’m wide awakeI let my spirit soarNever knowing what’s at stakeWhen I open that door Seeing things that don’t belongInside the waking worldBut I float upon a songAnd let my mind unfurl I do not know if I’ll reviveFrom this deep fantasyI only know I feel aliveWith things I cannot see So if ...

My mother had a faulty sixth sense that flickered like a dying light bulb. She called them “bad feelings.” Often, her premonitions came too late. If we got lost driving, she’d say she had a bad feeling about the road I had taken. If I didn’t get a part in the school play, pass my ...

Sofia stumbled along, blind in the darkness, her left hand tracing the painted concrete wall to her left, the other clutched to her aching ribs. She stopped, planted her back flat against the stubbled surface, and listened. Staccato curses echoed and bounced through the black passage, Jax’s angry voice peppering her with rancid fear. Her ...

  “Yes, Daddy, yes! That’s the book the teacher read in class.” Daddy is turning pages of a children’s book entitled Fix it, Please. We are in a children’s bookstore. My teacher, Miss Beri, had read that book to the class this morning at school. She displayed it to the kids so they could see ...

I see the heavensin your eyes.Worlds and galaxiesswirl within your soul. Love is who you areseen by a soul like mine.A dull nickel withhardly any worth. You see value regardlessin someone plain.You believe in mewhere I lack faith. Your love is deepplentiful and abundant.I cannot turn backfrom its depth. I’m your precious cointo carry with ...

Midnight I ventured outside Among luminescent wavelets of moonbeams   Midmorning I walked through  Fluorescent ringlets of moonlight  Midafternoon I fell into Dreamtime I could not stop the cascade  I could not stop the blizzard I stepped upon an avalanche Of pure white moon-snow 

We all jumped the minute we heard the honk, and our coffee spilled over the floor and sofa. I noticed that Miss Martha and Louis didn’t budge an inch and looked annoyed towards the kitchen door. “What the he…eck, was that?” I exclaimed. In a wise journalist maneuver, I caught myself about to say the ...

Spring forth in the eternal cycle of rebirth The spinning Wheel turns as it passes on its way. Feel the heart-beat rhythm of the Earth Spring forth in the eternal cycle of rebirth. Not lost, but traded for something of equal worth, First we must go through the process of decay. Spring forth in the ...

Someday, all my puzzle pieces will fall into place. Until then, here's a poem!