CERTAIN PUNISHMENT:   counting syllables as Basho and Ito laugh– Incongruous hail.                   * NEXT TO ME   american dream roof down, hand on the throttle her hellacious curves            * ROADSIDE JUNK   Old man evicted As cawing crows circle Dive-bombing his life           *   METEOR SHOWER   She quiets…

I must be the best version of myself Must I? Really? What if I accept myself as I am? Give myself a break? Have a cup of tea and a chocolate biscuit? Let’s get serious Let’s talk about Jesus “For the joy that was set before him he endured the cross despising the pain” No…

Put that empty chair, for the table For me. Make it Amish Or Shaker- Or better yet Something found by the side of the road, Needing upholstery, Padding and tender loving care. I need to be at someone’s table Now- To be a part of something Bigger & larger Even with a little repair.  

You came to me this morning, Gently washing my face With my own tears Why are all my angels blond? I ran to your house And was surrounded by HAPPY strength To buoy me. As I lay face down in my grief Why do I return to you? I beg myself Not to go But…

WATER BILL WATER SAT DOWN AND FED ME WATER I BE BORN IN YOU WATER WASHED ME WATER GAVE ME STRENGTH WATER FLOATED AND FED THE ANIMALS OF THE SEA WATER PLAYED IN A POOL FOR ME WATER GAVE THE BIRDS AND SQUIRRELS JOY WATER FED MY DOGS AND MY GARDEN WATER CAME DOWN ON…

Cloudscroft Spent in a loft A village With a beautiful green Forest New Mexico For tourists Ride the train Before the snow comes Working out Mind sent to Fireplaces Heat Heaven sent light Oh what a night I’m remembering Letting go of the hurt You caused me Cherishing the love That was made on that…

I feel and I dont want to, I feel and I want to, not feeling makes me dead inside, yet I know feeling brings so many different kind of emotions they surface quickly quietly running me down down to the depths of who I am as a person I didnt answer her call, I let…

This poem is written for those sisters of mine who live ignominiously, in terror and poverty and wretched rejection and loneliness, who cannot write as I do because they do not have my privilege and power and position. And for my sisters and brothers at Haden. What is your essence? Where does it come from?…

there is a ping-pong Following a dingdong We British will go back and forth I got Dinged by what you said I wish I hadn’t I wish it bounced off but it didn’t I’ll get back to the scene of the accident And own my part Your words cannot hurt my heart Unless some part…

Sunday, first blush, arrives with, peaceful presence. Sensing another adventure. another invitation. A calling from the reading chair, tucked into the living room nook. With its open arms and soft cushions. Placed along side a generous, scantly dressed window. Gazing from the inside out. Eyes rest upon luminescent edges of slanting rain. Modest sounds accumulate…