Will you ride a wild blue horse? Gallop red field leave purple wake jump diamond fence land on lightening ride it to Orion I will see...

My Dad fell … Ambulance Mmm hmm, mmm hmm Yes, that’s right, suite 422 No, he’s not bleeding Breathing? Yes, but laboured He can’t … I...

Writing a poem a day is really hard. This process does not work for me. Although, it does force a lot of new material. Force being the...

For your protection heavy yet flexible it wraps any every part of your body movement is still available but requires more effort the...

Incoming! Yes, cat hair welcome back, always room for you. Likewise litter. Dried mud, come on in. You, shoe rock, stuck in the beater...

Girl woman with a birthday cake and no idea a birthday cake and a body she doesn’t understand a birthday cake and she doesn’t doesn’t...

Quiet, I say! Stop your clatter. What’s the matter with you? You rend the morning without warning. Your bellowing breaks the mellow of...

Deer Rows, Eye right to ask for you’re hand inn marriage. Pleas no that eye fined you suite and fare. If aloud two eye wood love you four...

Tide to the moon Surface, secret keeper of the deep Sun glittered and wind rippled Or savagely dark Guards shapes, sizes, colours,...

It has a heft to it. The weight of years and people and love and loss. In its former forms it was three wedding rings, two engagement...

Small, quiet, shy. Timid even. Forgetful. Absent mindedly staring out the classroom window she forms an early relationship with the...

I love the snow lakes and rivers in their solid form five months of pure white quiet eventually retreats into melt and mud washouts and...

As I write this terrible poem I am doing laundry drinking wine listening to opera staring out the window breathing getting hungry patting...

Someone neglected to put you away I rescued you from the far reaches of the parking lot imagining stories of who might have left you...

Spring dull powdery yellow dusting everything car windows doors floors eyelashes nose hairs #NaPoWriMo #poetry #pollen

It wasn't possible until it was Apollo set down an eagle tranquil as could be and then there were footprints #NaPoWrimo #poetry...

Can you help us now? Fix this mess that we have made. And the cat said “Meow.” There is plastic in the ocean. There is carbon in the air....

I know you didn't mean to leave me you tried hard to stay alive through the pain and the drugs slowly swallowed from the inside by that...

Elusive words play hide and seek well hidden perhaps disguised in plain sight white like paper too bright for this poor poet finding only...

I was born with my first and second names and my first last name gifted from my mother and father my second and third last names were...