Your green eyes are brighter than I’ve ever seen them. You’ve been questing your whole life, but this level of intensity is in the stratosphere. Your gaze pierces and holds me. It demands answers, and I have none. I am mesmerized by the emotions moving across your face. They are fireworks rising and unfolding, things … Continue reading Momma
Sill trying my hand at poetry. This is a Korean form called Sijo. You can learn more from the Sejong Cultural Society Quarks, cells, and stars in her head; sharp and aware of here and now.Living room graced by Fairies, fantasy is reality.Slowly unbecoming, I must find for her a safe place.
She is slowly unbecoming. She can talk about quarks and black holes, but doesn't know how to pay bills. Fairies grace her living room and she spends the day watching the trees outside of her window talk. She lives in a beautiful world. I must be the one to pack up her life and give … Continue reading Safety Matters