There once was a lady from Tottenham Who’d no manners or else she’d forgotten ‘em At tea at the vicar’s She tore off her knickers Because, she explained, she felt ‘ot in ‘em

The veneer of cheerful calm it’s cracking, I’m a prisoner in my own home, Lucky you say the inmates of Rikers, You get to breathe your own air eat your own food I’m reaching for gratitude I really am, I know that’s the answer Maybe I should just sit and be kind Like I know…

It doesn’t have to be the blue iris, it could be weeds in a vacant lot, or a few small stones; just pay attention, then patch a few words together and don’t try to make them elaborate, this isn’t a contest but the doorway into thanks, and a silence in which another voice may speak.”

She placed her hands on my mind before reaching for my waist my hip and my lips she didn’t call me, beautiful first she called me exquisite! I am Learning how to love her and by loving myself!.

The evening lights is all I want to see I wait for the sun to melt into stars There I go head first until she caught me Wonder if ever I will hold the key Instead of her like an old Russian czar The morning dawn is all I want to see Insistent constant yearning…

(written weeks ago when we were allowed to go to the beach)   i wore my favorite t-shirt with a bleeding heart on it   i went to the beach and saw the people  walking, running, biking, playing each of us drenched in the same sun the sun, our friend and an enemy of the virus    the waves…

I’m digging deep Trying to go high when are those go low I haven’t cried… Is there something wrong with me? That’s what the Queen said in the crown, that she couldn’t cry, but then she did. She’s had some things to cry about. I like Olivia Colman so down to earth that funny Clare…

The wind is the protagonist today, it’s voice is all I hear, an eerie phantom… from my neighbor’s brush fire…the smoke is an indigo blue .. rushing forward and rising upwards/ it is odd to see blue smoke,  , waiting , waiting for a new voice to emerge. One that sees my rented green lawn…

I come running at your smallest call but if ineed me, you don’t come at all, I forfeit sleep to make sure you’re okay, but you won’t make time for me, any day we talk when you want, then i’m ignored i’m left wondering if you just got bored you push me away knowing i’ll…

He was 5 when he had cancer It took him til 10 to ask me this.  “If something bad had happened, when I was sick..” “Like if you died?” I said.  “Yes, if that had happened. Would you have killed yourself?” Wow. He asked that! “No my love, I would have wanted to but how…