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There are things. Things I should Do. But now, At this Moment, I choose to celebrate! Because tomorrow is just tomorrow, And Now Is All that matters. On December 11, 2014 this 52-year-old grandmother will receive her BA in Humanities! … Continue reading
Oh, the joy of being a cat Only I exist, only I command. To be free of apology Is the human desire; Yet, you fail where I succeed. You call; I refuse to answer. You tempt; I refuse to relent … Continue reading
There is no rest dreams; His devoted servant Haunts me in darkness. I run and run and do not escape. The earth swallows me And spits me down into the belly of the demon Where his laughter rings; Where there … Continue reading
Here’s your book, I’m giving it back. I lack the time required to read The pages….through……to the end. Every word created wonder. Then again, Obligation is of no importance In literature; You never felt the same. So, here’s your book.
Worth does not show itself In sums or words carefully placed Upon a page It lurks in dark spaces Under the stove or behind a door Covered in the gummy filth Of forgotten dreams So sing lowly chambermaids with blackened … Continue reading
Nothing nothing nothing but this blinking blinking blinking No inking from my thinking The poet left the room.
Tree limbs merry with song And tiny bursting buds Tulips will Soon Bloom In spring As daylight lingers long Mosquitos buzz about Roses fill Each Room In Summer Darkness meets the dawn Colors begin to fade Frost kills Costumes In … Continue reading
Isn’t it amazing Our moon As it Dips Beyond the mountain? As magic carries its secret Below Us; Our lives become One small piece Of One very bright Light.