Published in Weeds & Wildflowers·PinnedA World Without PoetryCan you imagine? — A world without poetry? Let the logical mind entertain or banish the thought that there exists two distinct worlds — one more tangible than the other; one more ethereal — imagine for a moment a vacant galaxy without the aura of the sun, or the intrinsic beauty of each drop…Poetry2 min readPoetry2 min read
Published in Loose Words·PinnedUnder the RadarPoetry — A note to my tangled self: Some would say you always knew your beauty was hidden somewhere between the mask of twilight and midnight where no one ever bothered to notice how invisible you had become and maybe you liked it better that way, flying under the radar where no one could see your sparkle…Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Published in The Daily Cuppa·PinnedThe Gentle Night BeckonsPoetry — The gentle night beckons and the tax man cometh, soon tender buds of jasmine will appear and the heart will dream the kind of love woven by withered hands unwrapping winter and framed with irrevocable moments of spring that will last no longer than the first blush of summer’s kiss. Will the stars secretly conspire for…Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Published in Zen Poetry·PinnedThe Silver MoonPoetry — Trapped between the silver moon and a restless mind spine compressed, thoughts obsessed yesterday spent laminating time writing in word-infested squalor whoring the soul for some precious dollar stitching each wound, in a sea of lovers the heart’s been marooned the night abandoned as I meditate in solitude in the moondust of shadows…Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Published in Scuzzbucket·PinnedShock AbsorbersPoetry — I need to find a way to deflect the pain, slip into the tranquility of quilted, rock-solid shock absorbers or some hydraulic padded cave that will cushion the bumps of these hills and valleys we desperately try to ignore, as I sit in my cluttered corner shoveling words distilled by poetry, but somehow you see my grunge…Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Published in Reciprocal·11 hours agoOops! How My Boss Survived an Embarrassing Wardrobe MalfunctionAnd other accidental faux pas — I was a darn good administrative assistant in a bustling, hard-driven industry and my demanding boss was something of a fashionista. I was also pretty sharp and slightly street savvy, noticing when she occasionally had lipstick on her teeth, a stain on her skirt, or when she needed a witch…This Happened To Me3 min readThis Happened To Me3 min read
Published in Blue Insights·Mar 13After the Nor’easterPoetry for Blue Insights March Cultural Prompt: Renewal — The endless winter leaves me wanting to steal the sun, swindle the stars and scour the moon holding them for ransom, just to warm my weary heart blind to the wicked storm approaching but try as I might to stitch the sky, the strongest winds and rain break through the sutures…Poetry2 min readPoetry2 min read
Published in Purple Ink·Mar 12Have you met Layla the Boxer and Luna?How I fell in love with these two dogs and their owners — I see them as fun loving, co-conspirators. They are two dogs, a boxer named Layla and an Australian shepherd named Luna, always trying to outwit their adorable, devoted owners. I find their antics and facial expressions sublimely hilarious. Not just the dogs. You can see them on TikTok @ _layla_the_boxer. …Dogs2 min readDogs2 min read
Published in Purple Ink·Mar 11Confused about Joining Mastodon?Today I finally took the plunge — It’s quite possible I’m not the only one who’s excited about the changes being implemented at Medium. I love reading about them from Medium CEO, Tony Stubblebine. Here he talks about Mastodon. Still, maybe I’m not your typical Medium member. I am never the pioneer who ‘boldly goes where no…Mastodon2 min readMastodon2 min read
Published in The Lark·Mar 11The FortressPoetry — The doves and the eagles fill the sky with beauty and grace, but my thoughts have been plagued with nagging questions, like tangled clouds that pattern the heavens with shades of grey. I realized that, in matters of love and heartbreak, I have been fueled by apprehension, resentment, and anger. The wounds and scars of my past. I asked if they are useless emotions for one to carry. Or are they truly my fortress?Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
