Life thrives in color And lung and breath Memories through yarn Spun like candy floss. She was born in Silver And tarnish In the dark. Just one piece of a Whole. Which neither consumes Nor creates Just regurgitates. Sorrow is a mirror While peace is So shallow. To live is to exist And we all ...

Life is full of changes.Large and smallEnough to make anyone stressYet, expected to be beneficial This sense of change can be overwhelmingFeelings of being inadequate and irrelevantEmotional drainage that few realizePushing us all aside like waves Caught in a perpetual cycleof rise and fallThese ideas of what change can bringUnable to truly deal with them ...

Deep in the enchanted forestUnder mossy rocks and water-reeds I found an iron-bar doorLying over a sinkhole in the creek bed I wondered and yelled out“Hello! Is anyone down there” Eerily, a gentle voice replied“Do not worry, we are sheltering here” “Why are you hiding?” I inquired “We are waiting for humanity  to stop the carnage on our planet” Then, ...

I saw him again at the underpass. Just his silhouette. A shadow in a Crumpled, Baggy shirt— Hunched, Shaking A Styrofoam cup Like a bell. Seven thirty already— The air Humid, Pavement like Coals— The bridge choked with Exhaust— A line of Bored drivers Clogging the Intersection, Eager to Get on with the day. They ...

 My life was like a half-withered water-reed Swaying alone, in the winter breeze I floated between yellow and brown hues And then I fell into an ocean of purple and blue  Without a splash, I sank like a lead balloon Halfway down, I rolled over and saw a glowing half-moon Slowly, I swam back to the glimmering surface Where, I realized, ...

For months at a timeA child waits for the end of schoolMemories of the fun-filled summers of the pastIgnite the imaginationLetting them have something to look forward tooYearning for the fun that waits Vacations are memories used toAcquire hopes and dreamsCamping, fishing, hikingAlternate locationsTents and activities away from technologyIdeas of what is fun rethoughtbecause we ...

Little things are always Breaking The sole of a shoe Splits The back of an earring Vanishes The filament in a bulb Snaps A screw comes loose On my chair And all I can do is Stuff it Tie it Hope it holds The big stuff I can handle Presentations Critiques Launching a book Planning ...

Waking moments often summonImages of brilliant color, andLoamy scents wafting in the breezeDay in and day out Floral hues decorate the sceneLaying out a painted pictureOpening hearts as it goesWarmth embracing us as we moveEnjoying the terrain laid outRoses and daffodilsSpring days are here

You stole my Voice— Devoured it like a chocolate cookie, Secretly snatched before dinner. But it didn’t spoil your appetite— You yearned for more. So you helped yourself to my Strength— Chewing every crumb, Rolling it with your tongue, Into a cream-and-spit mash. Yet you still hungered, And swallowed my Compassion— Washing it down Like a ...

As rain drip drops in the woods, it fills my vessel. Nourishing leaves and roots, the pitter patter talks to me. And arouses sweet memories of MartaDi- my American born sister from another mother. She and I, swung this swing together. We crackled, rejoiced, and felt free to share our fondest little truths. She described ...