Grandma’s hands. (April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty-one.) Dear Grandma told me often. Life is like soup. Too many cooks in the kitchen and the soup won’t be tasty. Allow the… Continue reading
Kindness.. ( April is poetry month. New poetry number twenty.) My grandmother told me often. The greatest sin is to kill someone hope. Take away their dreams. We cannot bury someone with anger… Continue reading
A Spring day.. ( April is poetry month. New poetry number nineteen.) The maiden of spring had blessed us. The warm day of Spring is here and the sun is blessing us. I… Continue reading
A Texas gal whispered to me. Bang, bang… (April is poetry month. New poetry number eighteen.) It was a Austin Friday night and we were two shadows seeking some comfort. She told me.… Continue reading
.. (April is poetry month. My new poem number seventeen.) She came to me at midnight and she gave me whiskey kisses and kind words. I whispered to her. I need to taste… Continue reading
Love on the rocks.. ( April is poetry month. Poem number sixteen.) 1- Once we painted pictures and we needed each other. I told you on a Winter day. Puzzles we are. We… Continue reading