sunday snow

the softest bed i know
is in the dirt and leaves
under new falling snow
my view full up
with tops of trees

Senryu Times Three: No French Toast for Thee

yes, dreams do matter

you put your hand on her hip

and stroked her blonde hair

her french toast smelled sweet

sick the way you whispered sex

and slurped the syrup

bad news, you Old Man

I beat up bedtime betty

no more french toast dreams

Annie's Voice

she thought she lost her voice
but then she made a choice

she thought she had no choice
but then she found her voice

tripping
hiding under the covers
from life
unsure of her direction
never with conviction

making hard choices
forcing herself to live with them
alone
in the house she built for herself
in the house she
and no one else
bought for herself

she tells herself she is nothing
no spine no substance
no SHE
no who she is supposed to be

but no one knows or cares
who she is supposed to be

she is carving
cutting
breaking
demanding
the right road for herself
and fuck everyone else
only she can find the way

and she will find the way

even if she never
ever
ever
finds her voice.