I am from books and paper and pen
From Dell and HP and Oxford notebooks
I am from the maple tree outside my childhood home that
Protected me from the neighbor’s Peeping Tom and
Displayed incredible colors beyond the rainbow one mystical day. Continue reading
Two friends meet at a cupcake café
Using sweet smiles to assure each other –
They’re each okay.
But the smiles begin to wobble, the
Conversation wiggles as each reveal
A grief that is separate yet shared. Continue reading
Time for a talk, or more for a listen,
I pray as I lay me down to sleep.
My mom’s voice, her face, I crave a vision
To help give me a needed treat.
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I view the strange world
a vantage point of distance
Seated at my desk.
Clouds and sunshine peek
Like flirts on a summer’s day
Through the window blind.
Birds sweep with a laugh
Through the orange red branches
I spread my wings too.
The love songs speak of youth, of yearning
Of urging those pangs of lust and hunger
Of the delicious spark of electricity when
Chemistry combines with convenience and
Sex burns as bright as a just-lit flame. Continue reading
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