I eat my bad poetry like a goat, and
eat my good poetry like a gourmand.
Creativity Journal
Saguaro arms
a shrug, a hug
touchdown, letdown
waving, curling, sprouting
disco, vogue; praise, prayer
bird-pecked, green-specked
skeletonized, or multiplied
flower and fruity fingered
flipped, frail, or fallen off
perfected, nested, crested
WILD’ness
WILD
is beautiful
wild is free
wilderness is not
an empty canvas
for Man to do
what he will—
wilderness is
an already full canvas
painted by God
Hoofprints
Fortune is a centaur —
half man, half luck.
S.W.A.K.
Love letter: an inky heartprint.
Aglow
A writer’s aura is the color of ink.
Upside the head
Tea is good while reading dusty books. Coffee pairs well with shiny things and the real world.
Mindpaths
Poetry staggers, drunken but wise, amongst the stars.
Philosophy plots its own steady course to the sun.
I’m positive!
My veins are lined
with a velvet hope
My soul is electric
and lights with dreams
My mind is infinite
and buzzes with wonder
My heart, beyond alive,
gushes boundless love
My body is fragile
yet heals as if magic
My will is strong—it
dances with courage!
But the morning sun could make no sense of them
Blazing starshine ink bled from her midnight pen and left glittering trails of angel words.