September Song

Summer’s over; autumn’s here; fire season’s over, and the heat wave has subsided. With the diminished risk of sunburn, I set out for a twelve mile hike around the lake– my first long hike of September, finally. Sacramento SunRaises pink and orange huesHappy hippy hike Strolling through the old olive grove, the phrase “gold country”…


Crimson colors in choir classSlides up red soprano mountainsGlides down their fuchsia crevasseVoice evoking colored fountainsFlooding my imaginationSoftly squeals pretty pink plateausSweet musical meditationShe screams; daydream drips wet rainbows Written for Wea’ve Written Weekly #21 by The Skeptic’s Kaddish Prompt: “Write a Dizain poem from the perspective of somebody who has synesthesia.”

So Spicy It’s Corny

Arizona DreamsCinnamon flashbacksTo Sunny ParisOnce upon a ThymeWe traveled with lust Sea Salt in the airEvokes SeattleGreen Goddess GardensHer Pike Place exploredMurals of Flavor Vanilla triggersMemories of touchNaked Krakow NightsCumin all overAleppo’s Pepper Written for Poetics: Spicing it Up by dVerse

Birthing Poetry

Birthing Poetry When I writeEkphrastic poemsMy skull splitsEvolves wingsMarbles imaginationCements ideas Form: Shardoma. Written for Tanka Tuesday #290: Ekphrastic #tankatuesday


My older sister called to warn me that a monsoon was coming. “The more time we spend on the phone, the later I’ll get home,” I said. A moment after hanging up, I was soaking wet, and my legs, feet, shoes, and tires were all soaked in mud. My muddy shoelace caught in my pedal,…


If only there were a glimmer of hope of passing through a doorway in history, I wouldrenege on all of the awful things I said to you, and the ways that I mistreated you. If I could turn back time and start over, I would love you right. Word Count: 49 words Written for the…

Come Play

Wanna go outside and play?I brought my flying jet packCome with me, let’s fly awayBut don’t worry, we’ll be back I brought my flying jet packThink happy thoughts, and you’ll flyBut don’t worry, we’ll be backCome on, bro, let’s go get high Think happy thoughts, and you’ll flyPretend that you’re still aliveCome on, bro, let’s…

Lee Madgwick Ekphrastic

Honestly, ekphrastic poetry is not my favorite to write. However, Lee Madgwick’s artwork inspiring today’s dVerse prompt was too cool to pass up. (Check out the prompt or his website to see more.) Since it’s still Tuesday here in California, I may as well write another Shadorma (for Tanka Tuesday). I love all of Lee’s…


When he decided to spy on his wife, the last thing he expected was to discover that she was teaching an afternoon employment rehabilitation class to survivors of human trafficking. Every Wednesday, she went for a five-hour walk, alone, no questions asked. For years, he’d suspected that she was hiding something– but he’d assumed it…

We Are Never Getting Back Together

Another Shadorma for Tanka Tuesday Misery Loves Company Sibling loss Unique misery Trauma bond Grief glues us Loss role played out forever Dead connection sought Unhealthy Otherworldly love All for naught Let’s cremate Resuscitation won’t breed Reincarnation