When the joyous years crash your pretty sleep and you can no longer count sheep Dust off the cap to the melatonin allow yourself to…
Category: Poetry
The Ice Princess gazed into the swirling night from a castle sprawling like iced marble upon the frozen tundra on blocks of frozen crystal she…
The Art Teacher has left town in her shiny Mini Cooper, starlight blue headed into the city She has abandoned the art lab the student…
Is there a conductor around someone in charge plotting our escape we shouldn’t be here really this earth is fire bound its headlines are horrendous…
Autumn you are at once hot-handed shifting gears in your blustery boots November was singing like a spoiled canary prodding us away from sunny windows…
Remember when I threatened, err, I mean, mentioned that I might post some of my 1980s flashback poetry? Well….. I’m starting out with this gem…
I find in the middle drawer of an antique chest an envelope of postage stamps that my mother forgot she had The pink rose ones…
I gave you butterflies and a freedom compass a sure route to the North Star a desert of sugared sands to sweeten the fallout from…
Shaky hand grasped pen pressed to paper signs an X by the word P-E-R-M-I-S-S-I-O-N The words dancing like glitzy little spiders on white paper a…
These little beauties homegrown rascals hang their heads up high tossing petal smirks at impending Old Man Winter They keep summer near close at hand…