LIGHT GLOW

Hunger, like a magnifying glass, A fisheye, perhaps? With hints of sweet and sour. Searching… as if astounded by the raw cussedness of human fragility. Look into my closed eyes and imagine you see the light.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Extra, Extra

BUZZ…This week’s WordPress Photo Challenge asks us to share a photograph with something extra; something with unexpected detail that makes that image all the more special. For me … the unexpected detail is in this man’s expression. The sadness embedded in his concentration. This is a photograph of my friend “Buzz” writing poetry outside a

Radiant Child

Harmony meters measure The moods rising Off the tarmacadam. Adults, in the swing of Bills, forget to smile. Less entertained by obligations In the local park, a Teen plays a keyboard Harvests raw blurred notes, hint Of a cool soundtrack. High harmony Readings encompass The radiant child. Echoes of lyrics dignify The sensual pitch of

Honesty Box

How can I accomplish my dreams? The hands on my clock are at loggerheads. If when walking on the Avenue Of The Future, I should happen to encounter a fortune teller who tells me: “You will mend your luck when you turn back the clock.” Will I deposit my gratitude in the honesty box? Or

Weekly Photo Challenge: Escape | Broken Shell

In my left hand I am holding a broken shell. In the foreground the figure of a man is a blur. What is his purpose? Why is he unclear? Is he looking for escape routes above the moving sea? Am I beside him?

Lady Serenity

When Lady Serenity saw me, she swerved. Her detour a reminder not to dwell on anxiety. I want to absorb the tempo of my female hero. Go with her on a journey. We’ll decide. Fill a syrup-colored packing case with maps loosely packed. Plan our getaway on the backs of envelopes.  Take me with you. “Live

Moon People on Mother’s Day

In honor of Mother’s Day in America — and for new friends and followers of my blog I want to take this opportunity to re-publish a piece of writing I did when I was 12 years old!  I give thanks to my mother and father for giving me a room with a view in which

Tall and Medium Tales

Where was I before the mercury rose? The day so dry all I can do is get naked on wet sheets and dive into a book of fairytales called Floating Down The Sea of Ears. Tall and medium tales about proteans (shapeshifters) like Leonardo Da Vinci whose career took many shapes such as he was

Head In The Clouds

When I was growing up my mother would say to me: “Child of mine you have your head in the clouds.” When I grew older I discovered that folks who write poetry are in the minority. I’m half afraid to write poetry for you who never read it much and I’m left laboring with the

Poetry Challenge #27: Forced Entry

Your forced entry leaks into my heart. I’m more accustomed to tracing desire on paper. I fell in love with your story. Not your body. Is there a place to place my body beside you? I’m Undecided. Your tale is my souvenir. Can we leave it at that? Not try to extend the franchise on