BIG ETHEL’S VACATION

It has been awhile since I have written a duet with anyone. Thank you Byron Hamel for making this one amazing. She smiles down Her warmth unseen But undeniable Her wings Gust softly Turn the world She is the artist Sculptor Raising mountains Painter Coloring the sea Rejoicing She descends To further gift This beautiful…

THEN YOU WILL…

Alarm goes off and you get your eyes unglued It’s time to get your little monsters out of bed You get them showered, fed, dressed, packed You walk the dog in fuzzy slippers to the bus Where you send the kids off with a loving fuss Get back home where you feed the puppy dog…

MASCULINE FEMINIST

Step through whiskers Shhhh ever so slowly Quietly now girls With painted pink toes Through the dark night We sneak Tippy toe steps One and one and one Move gently my sweet So as not to disturb The baritone hatred That sleeps in our path Under blankets of hate Swiftly leap over the holes Filled…

THIS FINAL HOUR

I hide in the corner Under cobwebs As demons swarm The summer night I watch them As they sing off key A sinister lullaby And steal fire From candlelight And like magic Other universes Appear in misty Shadows dancing On the lawn A final party In this final hour Has finally begun  

ABANDONED ROOM

I wrote this over 2 years ago. Life does continue on. Don’t stay in that old room with old memories for too long. Lot’s of new memories to be made! Coffins line eroded walls Like blackened bloody bricks And webs that spiders spun Have long ago lost their stick She is aware she is breathing…

DAYDREAM

The slight shade tickled my toes As it danced around the sunlight Whizzing dragon flies chased Daffodils and sunflowers That played tug of war with the breeze Don’t they know? Don’t they care? That their time is terribly short The leaves will turn and briskly fall The dragonflies will begin to freeze And the flowers…

MY DREAMCATCHER

Darkness sucks in a deep breath. I can hear it gasping for air. My air. As if it needs my life… to save it. I can see it pacing on the walls, Dripping from the ceiling above, And swallowing the floor below As the candle beside my bed dances. I close my eyes to a…

VITRIOL TORNADOES

It was the turbulence Paired with a high velocity Waves of spinning motion Spiraling in conjunction With the flow of negativity Abundantly loud and chaotic Their emotions collided Collecting speed Grabbing debris Folding violent hate Into tornadoes of vitriol Vorticity revolving Around weapons Made up of spittle And condemnation The eye of a hurricane A…

NO TRESPASSING

Unsteady walls False drawers Cracked floors Maintenance Red light Pay attention I need… It has to be here Somewhere Shuffled papers Yellow highlights Footnotes Small print Check the box Yes or No Check the box Blank stare Too many Empty boxes It has to be here Somewhere The answer The truth Hidden Hiding Fe Fi…