Sweatshirts Poems

Crisp lemon colored leaves
kamikaze off branches
Diving and dying
Glorious unconcerned dance

Squirrels chatter
Scold each other over nuts
flip their curly tails
with sassy attitudes

Deer walk softly,
fearing November, understanding
Many will be laying down their lives in November
Their hoofs smash multi-colored leaves into the forest floor.

October...Read More

Once again, it’s that time of the year,
A time to reflect and a time to cheer.
Fellowship with the people here,
Embrace the moment near and dear.

The holiday festivities are upon us,
Holiday themes will soon surround us.
First with variating colors of the...Read More

Clothes don’t make me feel any less naked 
I still feel exposed 
No amount of sweaters or sweatshirts can mask the humiliation that I know 
Even when I’m fully naked
My skin doesn’t cover what I need it too
I wish that...Read More

Child-like enthusiasm at Christmas time is not easily duplicated.
Hearty laughter surrounds a family reminiscing about other Christmases.
Rich pastries, cookies and candy only found once a year decorate a table.
Imaginative glimpses of future Christmases are in the forefront of newlyweds
Santa Claus...Read More

Saying simply nothing the "Aura' around you 

 tells him everything. 
Those love forces 

of energies how they compelled you 
All you always you but now 
To know thyself 

or yourself or myself 
Like the endless road the endeavor ...Read More

I am the undeniable expert of me.
Wearing Christmas sweatshirts in June sets me free.
I can be eccentric and fun,
Make terrific friends by the ton,
When I live my truth as I see....Read More

Miss High Heels

Out of the Honda, let off downtown,
Through gold revolving doors 
Miss High Heels would quickly bound,
Take the elevator 20 floors.

In this short span of time,
Inside the doorway of another world,
Using her professional name,
Another Miss Heels would unfurl.

Outside the...Read More

Across the ground the leaves are strewn
                     set down by rushing wind.
A multicolored carpet yellow, orange, red and brown
 ...Read More

Rustling through the auburn, yellow and burnt orange leaves

holding up my little girls first flight with her new princess kite

blowing softly across my cheek and through my sand brown hair

bringing with the smells of autumn

the bonfires on a crisp October...Read More

Yesterday she  left , warm and sunny ,all  pleasant and funny
Spend some time with me she said, for soon I will leave
I lingered many months,  my season ends , I will come again so don’t bereave 
...Read More

Floating today
I thought of you
Of how it would be
To hold you in blue
To see you play
To see you swim
Sand in your hair
Lazy at whim
Barefoot and happy
Singing out loud
Instead of hiding
Standing up proud
Not worried about
Who’s looking at us
Nor looking at phones...Read More

obsession, books, shirts, posters.
txt messages, sweatshirts, mysterys devine.
Gossiping girls, movies made.
Bella, Edward, my dear Jake.
I can't wait till the next movie,
so instead ill write a verse, sing a song, and read along.
I am into the books but not obsessed, so...Read More

...dedicated to Juvie


We are in each other's arms, and dancing...
the lights are low, and the music is soft.
You perfume is so delicate, like a fresh
spring rain. We are cheek to cheek,
and in another world. A man tries to
butt in, and...Read More

gather them up
sweet boy smell
as many as I an carry
hot from the car
into the bed
sunburned salty and happy
what do they dream
smiling
of the waves
 crabs
or fireworks
bundled in sweatshirts by the bonfire
built by dad uncle grandpa
as stars explode over
nestled two by two...Read More

It was one of those chance encounters; the Common Room, 
mid-morning on a brisk April day. She bounced in with a radiant smile 
and absent-mindedly scanned the newspapers. I was reading a magazine.
At loose ends, we were both looking for...Read More

Skin pulled tight over gaunt faces,
hollow eyes looking out at me,
fearful of what they see,
dreading pity,
empathy,
apathy,
wanting form me
only an ear,
an ear i’ve given  too many times
from those too many times
so tired is this ear
that it closes up, away
from the...Read More