A Social Construct

They tell me I am the color of nightmares,
 but I know better.

Balanced, But Swaying

There I stood.

Balanced, but swaying.

a hunter

I want to run away from you
but you are such a skilled hunter

The Billionaire Waits

Dump-truck barricade
and guards on the street
in bulky flak vests,
assault-rifle magazines
curved like plastic tusks…

A Lazy Woman’s Metaphor

Clouds and Silver Linings. Reflections of our moods. Reflections of our lives.

Strike the match

Strike me like a match

against your heel

Haiku #42

You should not love me.

You might change your mind when you

See the real me.

I’ve Fallen

I resisted, I fought, determined that I should be alone.

Tree of Life

Your trunk, a joyous shaft of light

Branches framing your body

a broken tale

Buried in aquarium deep, we blackout.

Untitled

Death, such a dreaded word

That brings everyone to tears.