Nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands. OR SCREAM IN ALL CAPS. Or if you need a prompt you can check out one of the past prompts, like the Shadorma. The bar is open just for you.

Bright lights, eternal inspirations. Posted by Eva Von Pelt. So honored to be included with this wonderful collection of poets. Thank you, Yelena! Posted by Eva Von Pelt. The star of my night. Of coffee, and dust, and rust, and dirt;.

I hope those of you in the valley will come to my free poetry reading this Monday,. Meanwhile, here is a Halloween poem for you all. As they age, old vampires start to soften. They seek out fewer victims. Even then, they steer. Toward the sick, the dying. Delaying in their coffins well past moonrise. And there, they pause to weep. Shrinks to a flimsy craving.

Doing what you like is freedom; liking what you do is happiness. Every Way The Wind Blows. On August 12, 2015. Just Me, Being Me. Every way the wind blows. Every way the wind blows. On August 6, 2015.

We dance with who we want each other to be, while trying to be who we want each other to see. Say Anything about Westside Story and. Their similarities to Romeo and Juliet. And we find that Americas Sweethearts. Love Actually when potholes are placed. In our paths by the montagues the. Capulets and the Sylvia Plaths. Maybe I love this Iraqi girl and its. Forbidden by the capitalists and. The baathists Or I love this African American. Girl and its forbidden by the methodist episcipals.

Grace Black mingles with words as she navigates this realm. Ash of ink and holy water oil on canvas by aondrea maynard. As a pebble cast into the center of her fray.

Stop and Smell the Roses. I wish that I could teach the folks. Who drive the other cars. Each day as I commute from work.