IF IT DIDN’T SOUND SO CRAZY, I’D WRITE a story about a mermaid and a farmer.
IF IT DIDN’T SOUND SO CRAZY, I’D WRITE an essay on a magical moving pen.
IF IT DIDN’T SOUND SO CRAZY, I’D WRITE a book about a ghost with a moving murmur.
IF IT DIDN’T SOUND SO CRAZY, I’D WRITE a tale about a wolf and a wren who share a den. Continue reading
We need to be sensible, we’re told,
yet if we forgo the sensitive, our poems won’t unfold. Continue reading
Let’s invite them over for dinner, my guy says to me
Nodding at new neighbors we’d met only shortly
I hem I haw, what if they’re boring or worse talk nonstop
What if they hate spinach and despise chocolate? Continue reading
Probably it’s in our genetic make-up, somehow
Relating to risk versus action as we sat in our caves
Oh those thousands of years ago, when Continue reading
The waves roar in then slink back toward the source
Might and muse, hope and horror, joy and loss
Mingle amidst the moon and sun with force. Continue reading
