The lost soul
with the eyes that search
looking for a home
or sanctuary or church. Continue reading
poem
Outskirts of Town
I live on the outskirts of town
that is where I choose to be.
Or, at least, I’m comfortable
with no one around me. Continue reading
Hey Girl in the Mirror
The Scrooge of Halloween
Which Witch?
Which witch are you looking for?
Which witch will you burn?
Which witch did you so wrong?
Which witch took a left turn? Continue reading
The Art of Letting Go
Waning Enthusiasm
I once was excited
as energized as could be. Continue reading
Ode to Summer
So much for the great outdoors.
The sun is too hot
and dried my lips.
Now a cold sore I got. Continue reading
When Angels Come to Visit
An angel came to visit today
but I was too busy to chat.
So the angel parted
and left just like that. Continue reading
Why Genius is Undiscovered
Say, that’s a great idea!
Not to boast,
but that thought surely
is better than most. Continue reading
