Sanding years of varnish off the old surface there discarding days of firsts 1920s wedded bliss sifted through the baseboard moulding their time now done,…
Sanding years of varnish off the old surface there discarding days of firsts 1920s wedded bliss sifted through the baseboard moulding their time now done,…
Ain’t nothing magic about Joshua Tree as you venture there on bended knee no drink in the desert to quench that thirst clear air current…
That 1980s chick has aged just so pretends she didn’t thinks nobody will know pumped up poster pinup she might have been kept on rolling…
Why can’t life be like a box of chocolates? it’s not, you know it doesn’t melt on your tongue luscious, velvety smooth dark enough to…
I recently discovered blackout poetry when working with a group of AP junior high English students. This is a fun, creative activity utilizing old books…
I found a wounded swallow battered from this world curled upon leaves of falsity fragile as it was chemistry thrown askew she had tried to…
Where does your poetry go when you wake unrested from a restless night does it rattle down that old road like a rusty car back…
Wind picks up swirls the fine-grained sand that seeps through long days hourglass mode outside the boundaries of a busy world life crawls under a…
Memory is large harboring an ancient forest of timeless trees an ocean of vast waves Generosity is smart as a wizened, old owl Fear is…
A night created in exuberant madness an artist undone the talented, eccentric, angry one mastered creation in those swirling hues the glorious brights the serene…