His was a madness that whispered in his ear, soft and sweet dream-like a gossamer that tickled his hair and sometimes itched, that ma...

I stopped searching for happiness and chose joy instead -- November PAD Day 6 - happy now

At first you felt comfortable and cool, an old blanket I could wrap myself in, never dreaming that one day that familiar embrace of...

I never wanted a man in uniform. Though, I always did have the talent for attracting what I didn't want, as if life was teasing me ...

In a world of my own making, I  stand before the mirror mesmerized Me: age 5 transfixed by my own face and blissfully ignorant ...

If we aren't made of stardust then why do we fly through space and see the swirl of galaxies form each time we squeeze our eyes ...

She'd always dreamed of holding a baby in her arms, worry melting away as fingers traced tendrils of newborn hair, nostrils inhali...

Don't pick your nose or cross your eyes don't touch poop or those ugly flies Clean your room don't jump on your bed liste...

This week's prompt on Poetry Jam was "magic." And there's nothing I find more magic than the human capacity to love, forgi...

What is a human heart but a fast twitch of muscle a cavernous buh-bump pushing blood through hollow chambers, the microscopic infinity ...