My Anger stretches my skin
so tight it burst forth like
a rubber band shot across a classroom.
I sit in a curdled heap as I watch my Anger
fill the air with heat; it cooks my skin
bubbly and crisp.
Month: June 2016
June Poems: #2
I watch her sleep
envisioning the stretches
the changes
that will happen
over time.
How will she look
in ten years time?
If I am too busy
it will feel like it all happened
in a blink.
For now, I soak up
that angel skin
and soothing snore.
Take a deep breath
and pray for more.
June Poems: #1
like fireflies pulsating joy
their smiles grow more radiant when they see me
picnic blankets wrapped around shivering shoulders
handfuls of sweets and heads full of Shakespeare
The Lion's Wings 