Category: Poetry

  The tip of a needle can measure its space; the callousness of its message can overwhelm when a silhouette, but not a face, becomes part of a stranger’s story.  

  Still waiting for the orchid after so many years have passed. Still hoping to give the answer to the question never asked. Still cherishing certain moments with a memory slightly warped. Still looking for a miracle though the biological clock has stopped. Still attending every wedding never knowing one of her own. Still convincing … Continue reading The Spinster →

No one knew from where she came - This wild and vulgar “dime for a dance dame” Mary Jones was the name she used - sold her dignity for a bottle of booze. Her days were short, her nights were long - The corner bar was where she belonged Morning, noon and into the night … Continue reading Mary Jones →

The troubled soul inside her deserves a deeper look. The lines that lay atop her face reads like an open book. Past memories so cherished are constant in her mind; providing her with solace as she travels back in time. The question needs no answer the pain is plain is to see. How does she … Continue reading Coping →

. A ghost-writer wanting recognition; a cancer victim in remission. Students enjoying class detention; math beyond the third dimension. Situations change. A snow flurry in mid-July; a comedy that makes you cry. Politicians suddenly shy; scientists not asking why. Situations change. The husband submissive not the wife; opportunity knocking more than twice. A liar giving … Continue reading Situations change. →

Male concept of union sometimes another male  diminishing the gene pool of possibility. Female images seeming frail stimulating a growth of hostility. Children pregnant with an angry seed, playgrounds soiled with despair avoiding the signs to take heed in a world so politically unfair. Family units with a member shy shifting faults to clergy or … Continue reading The Vanity of Us All →

I exit the car from the passenger side Then say good night before starting my stride. I won’t turn around… I know I look good.  He’s bound to stare. I continue to strut with my head in the air. I won’t turn around.. I climb each step with the grace of a cat. Because of … Continue reading I won’t turn around. →

Leave a little in the jar, until you buy some more. Only make investments large, when you know the score.  Never believe the person unless you’re face to face. Always have a backup plan to lean on just in case.  Try and trust the feelings that kept you up all night. Honor your commitments because … Continue reading Be Wise →