A decade ago I held you tenderly in my arms, I read you simple stories and you dreamed. A few years ago I took off your training wheels and let you fall, I played road hockey with you and I easily won. A few months ago I was taller than you, I still burped louder... Continue Reading →

Can you tell I'm struggling to keep up with National Poetry Writing Month or what? (I wrote 2 today because I missed yesterday).. May god bless you, For the way you awaken my mind, For the rise you put in my heart, For the warmth you deliver to my lips, For the way you change... Continue Reading →

Bare oak branches stretch out to the sky like veins, They trickle out as I imagine blood would. It is 6:42 in the evening and innocence still lingers. Something moved far off in the distance. A squirrel I fathom, And in practice of curiousness I see, It is the old bandit, A raccoon stares back... Continue Reading →

Because it NaPoWriMo! (National Poetry Writing Month) Its a funny place to be, Young but able, undecided and free. Hands still soft and supple, Child's fingers still visible. And as long as she refrains from decision, She identifies with fallacy; infinitely young. Minor burns on her forearm and the odd remnant of a gash, She... Continue Reading →

Like a partridge in a pear tree, You are a beauty that proves fruitful. Like a gypsy in the streets, You know where you're going, even when you don't. Like a tulip, You know how to break through the cold. Like the last speck of paint on a Dali canvas, You strangely complete a scene.... Continue Reading →

Sometimes its hard, Hard to think, Hard to see, Hard to write, Hard to be. Then I look out my window. I think of the sun's gentle strength, I see the life it lets live. I open my books, And I remember how words can give. Sometimes its easy, Easy to love, Easy to believe,... Continue Reading →

Last night you let me help with dinner. My hands were working on a meal for more than one. I saw your table set. I love that I saw a table set. Last night we all sat together. My body fit so neatly into that family room. The couches and love seat filled so lovely,... Continue Reading →

On a cloudy day, I am clear. Though I slept not well, It was my angel's fear. I am not afraid, With the days ahead bold and blindly set. I am concerned however, That there may be no end. I see her and I feel her, I hear her and I am her. She keeps... Continue Reading →

NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month) and I promised my better self I would write a poem everyday, with the exception of my late start... My friend discipline Makes me write this dumb haiku A hangover poem