Bodhi

                                   Tears on the floorthe morning sun riseswithout you…in every breath, I feel youwhy does love hurt so bad? Dawn, when the curtain of the sky lifts, pink bowing  into blue   the time for day to debut that was when little Bodhi would follow me into the living room to sit on myContinue reading “Bodhi”

When the House Tilts

A Freeverse Poem I married four times— not counting the two men I lived with like commercial breaks between divorces. Am I ashamed? Well, it’s not something I’d put on my résumé— poet, dancer, runaway bride… but hey, I survived, and this last one is thirty-six years strong. But when things go crooked, when theContinue reading “When the House Tilts”