Tuesday, February 24, 2015


It bites like apples
green and sour and sweet
A spun out day of promise
flossy and fantastical
dissolving into
parched sunset bleed

Monday, February 16, 2015


Ice cold fear whips away breath
                Leaves lungs and hearts and arms bereft             
                                Inhaling the frostbite of a winter day.
Hushed voices sigh conspiratorially
                Partners in crime unintentionally
                                Left without the words to say
The whispered venom of lonely nights                 
                Of heartache sprawled in the headlights              
                                Strangers sweeping the traces away.
Behind name-plated doors the secrets unfold
                Surreptitiously guarded to maintain their hold
                                Unfounded, unfettered, unhindered by the light of day.

Photo Prompt from Magpie Tales

Monday, February 9, 2015


I ought to do the housework naked
Seems it’s just for his entertainment
Humping me every time I bend o’er
To pick his socks up off the floor.

Cupid’s arrow seems to strike
The minute I pick up a knife
Perfumed in onion’s fragrant reek
Passionate embraces he does seek

Nothing like domestic bliss
To inspire a French kiss
I’ve got a pan of sizzling bacon,
--No, I don’t have a shorter apron.

Thursday, February 5, 2015

Saturday Night Cabin Fever

Splash around some sunshine colors and flowers, turn up the heat and the music. Pretend we are not stuck in a box in the dark and cold, waiting for a chilly hopeful spring. Forget that wistful future and soak up the here and now, dancing ‘til we sweat with tropical heat. Let the world around us blur into a margarita mai-tai mirage and the friends we know evolve into fascinating strangers.

Photo Prompt: Mag 256