I was recently informed of being awarded second place for Highland Park Poetry’s 2012 Poetry Challenge. The theme was Seasons/Siblings, and my entry, Children of…
I saw a man the other day, Somewhere in Bolingbrook, Who curiously sent my way A long and knowing look. And I in turn stared…
How Winter loved his sister, Spring, Though all that he did well preserve, (Yes, each and every little thing) She meddled in without reserve; But…
I was at the Highland Park Poetry Open Mic last Friday, and got to participate in my first on-the-spot poetry challenge. The theme was Gifts.…
Your anger is an ocean wave You cannot leave to rise, For once arisen must it brave A path to its demise: To slowly draw…
To every orphan child, with love. Up from my mother’s arms so cold, I looked around the room to see The many faces looking on…
I heard this lovely story, supposedly true; beautiful regardless. I picked the names Jameel and Jameelah for ease. No man could compare with gracious Jameel, And…
When I was just a child, the phone Would ring to let you know That somewhere else a someone sat Awaiting your ‘hello’; You’d pick…
Of all the things that make for sunny skies, And send upon my heart a summer breeze, I love you child, the coolness of my…
Day One: I sow my softest smile, And reap the harvest wilted frown. Day Two: I flash that smile and see Just why the fallen must…