My grandmother always taught me

To love thy neighbor as your own

And cherish each child of God

Each flesh and bone

For the children are the future

And they need love to grow

So nourish the little seeds you sow

And find a special twinkle in each one’s heart

That’s where you start

To teach and inspire them

To pass it onwards

To the next generation

Start a sensation

Of love and compassion

And never...

Home is a kiss to the forehead

A gentle embrace

Home is getting to see your face

It’s knowing even in the depth of despair

I can be there to hold you

And show you I care.

But there are thieves in the night

Who stole your breath.

Took your sweet little smile.

And left you with death.

You were still in your bassinet

All ready for bed

Snug as a bug

Peaceful

I will never understand how that reape...

Lightning crashes, Thunder moans

You’ve never been so alone

Clouds cover the skies

rain pools in my eyes

Nothing hurts as much as your

Insidious

Hideous

Little

White

Lies

Liar liar

Ass on fire

Constantly tiptoeing on the wire

About to fall from the trapeze

Oh, but how you lie with ease

How I ask

Do you live with yourself

Always looking at your own welfare

But not that of human kind

Let’s rewind...

Abby woke to the sound of monitors screaming and someone weeping beside her. She found herself on a hard gurney with her head resting on what felt like cold concrete. “Her BAC was 2.5. Girl’s lucky to be alive.” She heard the doctor whisper to someone nearby. As she stirred from her coma, it became apparent she was in a hospital room and the person weeping was her mother, brows creased with wrinkl...

Withering with the whispering wind,

Down she fell to the solid earth

Mother Nature did you send

Her just to sing a melancholy dirge

Each fall?

She’s proud of her colors

Changing each season

To light greens to emeralds

To reds and orange

And every hue

Of the autumn rainbow

Then down down she tumbles

Dead and frail

Her home barren and cold

As winter enters in

And she withers on the wind...

Hailey’s heart dropped into her stomach as she read the post-it on her desk. Who had put it there? What did it mean? “I know your secret” it said in what looked like either crimson nail polish or blood.

And she had something to hide. Trouble. Big trouble. For the last year, she had been having an affair with Brian, one of her coworkers. How did this mystery person find out? Hopefully they didn’t ...

Perfectly manicured with crimson polish

Her fingertips brush the solid earth

Demolished

Awaiting rebirth

Still as a statue

They lay on the ground

A sanguine pool surrounds

Her

Had the car just stopped

Her hands would dance

Instead they drop

To the side

As she prances

Onward to heaven...

Tearing and tipping across the Seine

My creation battles the wind

Which begins to howl at this hour

Will the sail bow to its power?

I feel tears stinging my eyes

Is this how I’m going to die?

Then the sun lifts its clouded veil

The scent of lemon grass I inhale

All is calm and serene

A paper boat

Alone at sea....