I Survived on the Miracles

My daughter’s voice sounded like a river polishing rocks

make me new

nothing like waking up 
to hear you say 
I’m going to see you 
later on today 
it’s a spirit 
that fills me up 
with joy 
like the smell…

Usurping Your Tormentor’s Remote

Daytime fantasy

Take me back to Eden.

Photo by Warren on Unsplash

It’s Pride Month

I really don’t think I can write about it.

Desire canonized

A poem

can you fall in love with a voice — 
the way the lips smack
and syllables are gargled…

POETRY

Plum Knit Shroud

Trauma stitched through time

Today reflections. A freak!

You have to care about my business…

Into the blank

Lines crossed out
with no correction,
no substitution or afterthought.