Am I still here?
Did the clock stop? Did the birds drop? Can I see from the top? Did my heart become a mop? Did I survive the bad crop?
His last hope: The wishing rock
His phone was buzzing for the last four hours. But he had to remain focused on the task before him. All of his energy was needed to be transferred from his heart to his hands. He hadn’t told anyone anything about what he was going to do. They […]
Is it possible to sneeze while sleeping and can you tickle yourself?
Can you tickle yourself? My son tries quite often to tickle himself. He repeatedly assures me that he can. I don’t really believe that. He offers his laufhter as proof. I often explain to him that he probably laughs when he tickles himself because he cracks himself up. […]
A ball drops on the eve of yesteryear
A ball drops on yesteryear Nothing fits right Nothing feels right Nothing rings right No move should be for what is wrong But at times there is no right What to do What to do Its all in tatters Shards strewn about A minefield of possibilities A vacuum […]
Zombie Planes and Fate: Driving My Life with Purpose
Zombie Planes and Fate: My mother loved performing and she passed that onto her two daughters. Every Sunday we did our own in-house variety show where we sang, danced and told stories. One of the songs that she would sing was Doris Day’s “Que sera, sera” (whatever will […]
Through these doors we pass through to the underground of hope
Trembling hands turn the doorknobs Shaky legs push on through the heavy doors Glistening eyes narrow their focus The heavenly light beaming onto the floor Underground the moisture pushes forth The corner light radiates deeply into the pores The dark passageway bleeding droplets of light The mystery steeped […]
Unfinished: Where are you?
Dipping my fingers in the dark moistness Wondering if it is real Gasping at the dawn of hope Droplets streaming down Bathing in the confines of greatness I seek your noruishment Tell me that you are real Tell me you will be flesh Tell me you will arrive […]
In Cuba: The Lady in Accented Red Reads My Fortune
The Lady in Accented Red Reads My Fortune: Daily Prompt: Red Red wind of fortune Bright sashes prick the soul A meaningful hope Other thoughts on Red Anawnimiss: of shame Marilyn Monroe, Drag Queens, The Police and Me The Wandering Poet Waiting for summer Serendipity You’re an Embarrassment […]
And a Merry Christmas to all
After what seemed like an eternity The morning light broke through And the snow on the ground rested perfectly The christmas tree lights went on And up rose the toddler with his pitter patter His eyes widely dancing to a merry song Santa drank the milk and ate […]
