Two actors eating lunch

Intense chemistry
onstage. In real life, silent,
eyes not quite meeting.

Deciding not to go to Junior Prom

“I just want to feel
pretty,” she says through her tears.
She already is.

Levenger

Trying to make work
indulgent, a nine-to-five
wage slave’s fantasy.

Writing

Rubik’s cube of words
adjectives nouns verbs form a
perfect turn of phrase.

Stiff spring breeze

Tightly furled like clenched
fists, tentative red-tipped buds
sway on bare branches.

Because of the media

based on a poem written by M.

They say I need a
man. Chocolate. But an eye
lash curler’s enough.

original source:

I don’t need chocolate to eat or a man in my life
I just think I do
because of the media
All I really need is my eyelash curler.

Fountain pen

A small indulgence:
nibs, inkwells,  hand writing in
a click to print world.

Project Runway

Cut pin stitch fabric
stretch confines of clothing to
become catwalk art.

Early daffodils

Like green periscopes
tiny shoots peer from muddy
beds searching for sun.

Writer friend

When she’s not funny
her raw candor grips readers
probing her deep wounds.