• Abstract purple, blue, white image with shattered glass texture and text Shattered Trust in black cursive

    You wrapped your tendrils ’round my mind. You left me helpless, lost and blind.   Full of lies and deceit to get your way, I, a mere victim, was easily swayed.   I took the blame for all your faults. I took each word, locked them in vaults.   But now I stand, no longer ...
  • Calming ocean waves

    I’m going with the wave, to a place that may replace or erase, fill the void, And refill my glass. The quiet may confuse many, except I may keep floating in infinite possibilities.
  • Dripping sunlight

    The radiance on his face shows all. His folded hands say all. He won all negotiations with the One. While alive, he meditated and repeated His name ad nauseam. He entered the One’s universe on his own terms. He merged with One, for the world to see. The world he leaves behind still does not ...
  • Tree roots

    I can’t record audiobooks in this country because of my heavy accent.   When I audited for an organization I support, they said, “In America We employ American accents.”   I said, “I’m an American. My accent is American,” but they wouldn’t hear me.   I have such a lovely voice – Loud, Affirmative Expressive. ...
  • sunset

    I hide amidst the rolling cloudsBecause it’s where I find you mostYour jokes and voice now memoriesBut here you are my friend I miss you every single dayAnd I watch and wait and prayThat I may catch a glimpse of youSomewhere beyond the moon But amidst the rolling cloudsI see you finallyAs I sit and ...
  • Shattered glass pieces

    In a faraway land called Afghanistan, I hear her break his wine goblet, shattering the bowl to tiny bits. Bouncing, ricocheting off surfaces, broken pieces scatter to places unseen. He bellows, blames, name calls her. She screams back. Her voice, strong and bold echoes through the walls. Every crawling ant stops. He uses his hands ...
  • Chameleon

    The Chameleon says to her Mom, “I want to be many creatures and do many things, all at once.” Mom tells her she cannot be any more than one creature at a time, and cannot do more than one thing at a time. She has to pick one. But Chameleon can’t. Her mind travels fast ...
  • Sunrise

    O GLORIOUS SUN My skin feels cool, but it misses your warmth. Branches sway, but still wish to revel in your heat. Leaves flit about and sleep on the floor. But every ounce within them, recalls how they filled spaces all the way to the top. They almost kissed you, O dear Sun. Since your ...
  • A Scary looking Gecko

    My brother swings open his office door, and a gecko scurries along. They trade looks. Briefcase slides off his sweaty palms, and he sits at the edge of the chair. What if she jumps on to me? What if she hangs from the ceiling to fall into my lap? I still remember that lizard. I ...
  • Buds and Flowers

    Bud says to neighbor Flower, “When I grow up, I will be pretty just like my Mama.” Flower replies, “How do you know what your Mama looked like?” “In my imagination, I think she must’ve been the brightest.”   “You are right. Your Mama’s ephemeral life was the best our bunch has known. On the ...