winter's blush (2024)

the warmth of a smile against cold, flushed cheeks;

snow falling from heaven;

leaving a blush you cannot hide;

winter warms the soul, you said;

jumping in three feet of snow;

stars can sparkle the sky as they wish;

and the flurries can land on the horses' blankets;

but the novelty as worn;

the grass is dead with not the slightest hope for monthes;

the days wilt away on a blank canvas;

never to be seen with the grace of a painting;

to ease it's worrisome soul;

but heaven is already here;

and its claimed it's stay for the winter;

song of the geese (2024)

the way the geese sing in the pines;

and pennsylvania smiles down on you with her mountains so blue;

i look at you but i see a longing that i cannot fill;

a river twists around our house like a lone & lost snake;

give your soul to her land;

feel her presence in your breath;

mother nature is proud of what she's done;

omission (2024)

now that i need warmth;

i look to you for my great salvation;

my body lacks only what i give it;

for it does not recognize the omission of the rest;

going home (2024)

orange glows through the night;

the moon sings in italian over the lake;

the night is young & the people old;

film cannot capture this;

do not overlook the camera's dedication;

over the valley (2024)

an indescribable tranquilty as i have never known becomes me;

peacefulness & harmony seeks out to me;

i can love nature with my whole heart,

and see it so clearly & perfectly;

all the creatures & me;

childhood (2025)

what happened to the restless nights and moon-lit ponds of our youth?

what happened to the lullaby of a thunderstorm in june?

or the sweet kisses of snowflakes in november?

what happened to the soulful ringing of church bells,

singing the time to a tiny village in the hills?

what happened to the shrieking children maniacally pedaling by on their bicycles,

wearing smiles bigger than they?

what happened to the families gathered in parlors to celebrate all that is good?

the children don't shriek, the bells don't toll;

the snow does not fall & the bicycles lay broken, without a care to be mended;

the families have gone their separate ways;

leaving the village oh so desolate;

taking with them their shred of joy;

hallmark channel woman (2025)

hallmark channel woman;

why do you tiptoe so;

tiptoe on wholesomeness & simplicity,

around the pains of the real world;

perfect hair, perfect teeth, perfect home;

oh, hallmark woman, why do you look so,

all the same like every other hallmark woman;

like barbies in a line;

all the same,

their feet shaped for heels;

to tiptoe around the idea of war,

to tiptoe around the idea of violence,

to tiptoe around the idea of poverty,

but its still out there;

oh, hallmark channel woman,

don't deceive yourself so;

my dog (2025)

little blue man;

pudgy, round, soft;

taunted daily with kindess;

box yourself in;

watch the glass devotedly;

don't live in the frame only;

they see you now;

little blue man,

don't hide anymore;

espresso (2025)

espresso,

my empty stomach,

two shots espresso,

i feel seeping joy,

gone,

my heart pounds,

my feet race,

i am scattered,

i drop my mask,

espresso, little coffee,

must you catch me so?

within your confines,

each and every time,

but i still come back,

for that seeping joy,

from my,

espresso

i couldn't think back then (2025)

revelations about nothing;

ideas concluding adrenaline & fatigue,

blank space manufacturing an empty mind,

void of worrisome thoughts;

and pleasant anectotes rot in the between;

coyote, i think i know you (2025)

word caught in my head,

coyote, i think i know you;

my fascination may subside,

but are you me?

-

casting dubious stares;

screaming into the wind;

you reflect my tribe;

paralleled;

-

on our own hillside;

you cross fields in fear;

i pass by them in shame;

you are just like me;

-

you have pride in you,

but only with your tribe;

i do, too;

we scream all the same

canadian geese (2025)

i wonder,

what converstations

are had by the geese in the sky

flying over my house;

-

i think,

it is so wonderful

that they pass us by

chatting amongst themselves;

english teacher (2025)

i write poetry,

as if my 8th grade english teacher were analyzing it;

tearing amalgamations of my mind from it's foundations,

attacked viciously by grandmotherly demeanor;

though she does not know i hear her judgements still,

i see, too, her endless adoration,

for the poetry;

thank you, dollar tree (2025)

under florescent lights i stand,

searching for my new personality;

who shall she be this week?

she does yoga,

because i found a book on yoga;

she does pilates,

because i found a book on pilates;

she does crosswords,

because i found a book on crosswords;

she creates art,

because i found an empty sketchbook;

and for only six dollars,

i find my new personality;

i wonder if she will stick around?

it does not matter, though;

for a week, at least,

she will be mine;

so thank you, dollar tree;