Moments of our lives pivotal points historical events we could talk about time spent in years days hours minutes we could just call them snippets starting a new life with someone when you’ve lived decades before you ever met them where do you begin where you grew up who you have loved who you have…

Tempur-pedic snow today Holding me up As The Irish wind pushes from behind As if to say- Go on KEEP up Child! But I am staying true to form, STOPPING at this Head tilting sky, With Dusk coming in- Hot with dusty powder Pink, Striating hills of Softness– Banking two perfect white curls of clouds-…

Adele‘s heart is broken She cannot sing That’s what they’re implying in the news spin Its cost her $639,000 Per night Two shows a weekend from January to April You do the maths. Adele‘s heart is broken she cannot sing It must heal before she can make the stage again Such a public shame Compare…

Hold her tightly Water Seeps Life Cannot sustain holes Like craters Peeled oranges Flesh Open Weeping Sweet nectar Sticky Hold her tightly Momentary Lingering Space Hold her tight Minutes Hours Days Time One day Will be gone Hold her tightly

A delivery of photo’s from Rose . Provincetown. She likes to provoke memories of sisterhood there . It wasn’t the time spent living on the Cape, but surrounded by family . Their lives versus mine . I am whom I am , in thought and contemplation of all that . Denial of presence is a…

Dirt road again How exciting She rolled her eyes She ducked as the sword Sailed over her head I’m not dead You can change Rearrange Her heart was a mess Surgery in three days Laid back Hands behind her Head Think about the Day This one Covering ground Precious Spiritual love Above Grand tomorrow Happy…

I no longer charge hills or chase windmills. Nor do I have a fast car. I no longer stand in the rain. I do hold chairs and open doors, for affect or so it seems. I have longer night’s rather than days. Worrying about the things that don’t go away. Common appreciation and respect as…

The Queen of Hearts has always been my wild card. Believing in a beneficent Universe, and a Conspiring God, I always play the cards I’ve drawn. For you, then my Love, I hold and remain.

Brother’s voices laughed. Shouting, “sink or swim”, little sister! Throwing me off the red, red raft. No ground to depend upon. Panic set in! Then instinct. Tiny feet flowered. Finding pink petals. That paddled and propelled. Forward toward shore. Touching ground and grace. Gulping, gasping lightly grasping. For heavenly earth and air. How lovely to…

I wish I had eight arms to hug you in a way where two arms simply won’t do I’d wrap one arm around your shoulders the second around your neck I’d caress and twirl your hair with the third one for fun the fourth would snuggle your elbow next followed by the fifth around your…