A mighty sword of steel
swashed on air...

I thought my thoughts were clear
like rivers flowing with streams...

I met you in a crowded room,
as crowded as the closet in my bedroom...

In the kitchen-
Fingertips trace ashes splattered over counters...

There's no quietude
everywhere I turn to...

Dear reader,
eons ago, I used to sing...

Solitude,
you visited my life in my gloomy times...

A young boy once asked me, "ma'am, pardon my...
To which I replied...

This journey of words that my fingers trek,
it's something more than just a trip, I take...

I've written poems about love and hate
so many poems that my mind lost count...

To see the world as if it were a rose
that sprouts and blossoms from the hand of God...

On an Sunday morning, when the crisp fall air...
"Such were the days when once the memories of...