The Anti-Mother’s Day poem

Have you tears to wipe away? When kids don’t call on Mother’s Day “Payback is a bitch!” kids say, When kids don’t call on Mother’s Day Disregard their mother’s wishes Don’t care how she washed the dishes Wiped their noses, gave them kisses When kids don’t call on Mother’s Day “Will Mom’s heart break apart … Continue reading The Anti-Mother’s Day poem

Sweetie, I Left

This poem is dedicated to my two amazing children, who have grown into the most impressive adults I know. Sweetie, I left because the strong part of me was quickly crumbling I left ‘cause I could no longer see hope, and I left ‘cause the foundation crack was widening and deepening I left ‘cause dreams … Continue reading Sweetie, I Left

The Crew – a poem

Thinking ‘bout the Covid virus poetry on thin papyrus people dying such a scare panic striking everywhere nightly meetings with my friends 10 o’clock is when they end one hour of calming fears one more hour fighting tears virtual meetings unsuspected thankfully keep us connected voicing our depression brings fear and anger quarantined tried to … Continue reading The Crew – a poem

The pint ~ a love story

My daddy drinks a pint a day but please don’t call the cops my daddy drinks a pint a day and says he just can’t stop I’m so afraid that vodka drink will cause his life to end but every day he drinks it up again again again my daddy drinks a pint a day … Continue reading The pint ~ a love story

The Endless Struggle- a poem

We push and pull and turn around no consensus will be found yanking here and yanking there arguments from clear thin air Rolling over both of us wrestling now we’re in the dust poking eyeballs pulling hair metaphors that show we care... ...too much for our own ego can’t give up and can’t let go … Continue reading The Endless Struggle- a poem

Screw It

A poem about mental illness My mothers rage is off the page she can’t control emotion her laughter and her tears are like the current of the ocean Her hate and her deceit are like an awful witches potion when I was small she shook me ‘til I couldn’t stand the motion I don’t know … Continue reading Screw It

The Healing Place

what is this place? I just can’t see why it’s so crowded here who made this place I stumbled upon it sometime last year who runs this place? it seems the owners have begun to serve I see YOUR face although MY mask stays put and undisturbed... what do you do in such a place … Continue reading The Healing Place

GROWN -a poem

my picker broke at age 13 a GROWN man loved me -just a teen he sang me love songs on the phone while he pretended I was GROWN two years later through a friend virginity came to an end New Year’s eve and pink champagne forced it on me, gave me pain four weeks later … Continue reading GROWN -a poem

Holding my ground…

I've got to stick to my boundaries at times. There are people in my life who won't take "no" for an answer without an adequate explanation to their liking. I have learned that those people's expectations have nothing to do with my decision to say "no" and my lack of justification. Sometimes, "no" is a … Continue reading Holding my ground…