[tabby title="Poem"] The playground merry-go-round had squeaky speed,We spun around like astronaut training,Hanging, not tossed into the side weed,With delicate vertigo balance maintaining. Momentum was the physical task,Faster, faster was the cry,A dizzy walk was too much to ask,We fell...

[tabby title="Poem"] She, too, was a teacher,called a “Preceptorous.”Old pictures show a dark-haired beauty,With a look of firm persuasion. Later, my grandmother with hair of silver-gray,Kindly doting with a soft firm hand,And, fresh-baked cookie aroma,spilt around the room. Embroidered linen...

[tabby title="Poem"] I found it on the floor,broken and bleeding,This thing of useless beautyI grew in my secret heart,But it would not die. I’ve tried to kill it before. It’s been kicked and subdued,Starved and smothered,But it’s conspired with the...

[tabby title="Poem"] In beauty, remember the lips,Not to be missed is the kiss,That comes between word slips,To speak anew that nothing’s amiss. The word or kiss may come at night,Both can have their own appeal,Illuminating soul’s inner light,To illustrate truth’s...

[tabby title="Poem"] Nothing is real.Makeup filtersDistorting featuresBringing illusion to life. Nothing is real.Life-like scenariosIn scripted videosSet for the small screen. Nothing is real.Polished backgroundPosing for picturesPoised for the advertisement. Nothing is real.Screen names and profilesHeadshots and resumesSocial media the stage....