Grandmother

My grandma is a G.
And, not because grandma is spelled with a capital G-R-A-N-D-M-A, 
my grandma is a G, 
because she still sips Hennessy…

A Sky of Infinite Blue

The home we return to

So true to my soul

My Favorite Place to Write

Is in my dreams

The Birds Fly Away When I Get Near

The red dress looks better on you, the fat has flattened the curves 
and your feet are too small…

Bull Market

You can’t choose your family

Young, Old Girl

Missing home is hard — harder on special days

The Triumvirate of Body, Mind, and Soul

A poem

The Forest Within

A poem

Choose to 
Burn with an abundant purpose

All I Want is to Be Your Least Favorite Book

A poem

Abyss

A poem

I cut myself off from the burden of existence,

Poem

Things Change

Back in the day when I was wronged
I was not one to stick around
Once it’s over, it is over
I was no…

The Last Summer I Felt Something

Being a kid was both wonderful and tragic

Goliath’s Wood

Unwreathed octave

The Afghans and Pathans I Knew were Different

I knew them as brave kind and loyal people — today I hear them as cruel and fearful

My mother showed me 
his image when I was a child.
He stood with Gandhi.
Was called…

Hard to Kill

A poem

maybe it’s a girl

Rhyming Rhyme

Clowns With No Frowns

Endurance

The Day

The little things that build up to form a force of self-display

Taste The World With Clossed Eyes

We often blend the color of the sights with the sound and often have…

Misfit or Masterpiece

When the pieces don’t seem to fit