Escape
At the end of day
the misty spray
of garden sprinklers
takes me away
to a green screen
with herbs bathing
pansies’ wet pants
trees with teardrops
weeping wild weeds… Read the rest
At the end of day
the misty spray
of garden sprinklers
takes me away
to a green screen
with herbs bathing
pansies’ wet pants
trees with teardrops
weeping wild weeds… Read the rest
My knees are creaky;
my faucet’s leaky.
In my mind, I’m a smoking hot chick.
I remember when,
I would wow the men,
How and when did my middle get … Read the rest
There are winged creatures,
flying freely in space,
who’ve invaded my home
and flown in my face.
Almost microscopic,
these small procreators,
who land in my wine,
are crafty, pantry … Read the rest
On days when high heels pinch too tight
when sleepless nights bring no respite,
when life’s defined by dirty socks,
when morning larks are drowned by clocks,
I’ll have a … Read the rest