Poetic License

But I learned – the very hard way – that if you never consider yourself, eventually you have nothing left with which to care for anyone else.

I felt

Are you okay / With him being gay?

certain somethingness

I feared a sonnet love-filled ne’er could be; / For though I’d felt it, words would not align.

I Did Not Die.

confidence climbs / and I
dare to
defy gravity / day / by / day / by / day.

Tick Tock

I used to prefer the peace / Of the silent sweep / Barely cognizant of the passing of time

happy place

If you know me, you know I DON’T SMILE LIKE THAT.

Mystery Meal

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “product/produce.” Use one, use them both, use them any way you’d like. … More

edges blur

looking In or Out the Window becomes Looking