GATE TO HELL

My eyes traced the concrete fractures  This is where the dread and unease  Detonate the fear I’ve been hiding Rough edges jagging into erratic lines Deep, dark, wide gaps that if stepped on  Would break your mother’s back  And conjure an army of fiends Of monsters and ogres, of ghosts Cracks that if tread upon…

MISAPPROPRIATED IMAGINATION II

When my husband leaves for work my daughter usually jumps in bed with me until we both wake up to begin our day.  She is 10 and I never once considered telling her she is old enough to stay in her own bed because for 1 hour before each day starts I am allowed to…