Lying here daydreaming Gazing up at the sky Wondering how We perceive hues?Why is our sky blue? And why say “feeling blue” When it’s not true  The blue I see Is no one’s fool  So why tease me     I swear, every face in the crowd  Wore your forever smile  Which shines on every dial  Like yesteryear’s last mile  Facing your time in style  Happy faces, new and ...

The shadows are moving again. Are you afraid?

a bowl of cereal, and  a slice of cinnamon toast I watch morning blackbirds perch on fence posts  our streetlamp posts  are receiving new globes down the village road there is the historic  community Post Office  where my daily poetry posts are again, free to roam. to every remote outpost  I am no longer a frozen igloo host or a nomadic poet  meandering in slow motion around ...

“Y-you were betrayed?” I ask with hesitation. Miss Jessica gives me a sad smile. “Yes, everyone deals with it at some point in life. Here’s how it happened. “Like you, I had an idol to look up to; her name was Mackenzie Billings. She’s known for her intense investigative journalism and dogged determination. All the ...

The time has arrived. The sun has set on the horizon and inky darkness is overtaking the city. Streetlamps light many walkways, and you can see the cars pulling into the designated parking spaces. Excited teenagers and even some adults making their way towards the house. The doors officially open in two minutes. Enough time ...

Jessica looks up at me and sighs, “I used to have role models in my youth, too. The problem is that you forget that you and that person are two different people, and even then, you don’t know the person that much. Heroes always disappoint when you get to know them. I’m sure I make ...

Hello, Mister Moon Have you enough time? To drop by And fill my empty spoon With memories and rhymes  I am feeling tired and bland My quill needs a helping hand The poet’s barren ink well Is requesting a magic spell.  Dear Mister Moon Have you enough time? To drop by And light up my room With a dream-time pantomime 

Will you worship the Creature?

Leaves of scarlet and gold covered the street and sidewalk. The neon signage of the Italian restaurant, Pomodoro, shined blurry on the asphalt. The eatery consumed most of the block. It shed its warm interior into the wet outdoors. A large chalkboard menu visible to onlookers boasted happy hour specials in block letters. Amidst the ...

Miss Jessica shakes the frappe in her hand for several seconds, then responds. “Tamara, I remember you as being a high-strung and introverted nature for your age, but an intelligent girl with big dreams. “When we first met at the social services office that afternoon, you didn’t talk to me for the first ten minutes.” ...