even in prison there’s space between the bars
quarantine a short poem by punkie fearful others choke and smother the right to seek and find destroy fine art and break our hearts with papers long since…
beware the charming king of swords and his evil pair of queens
a nurse her re rhyme ©2015 by punkie the king is in the parlour, pissed off at his sister the queens are in the pantry finding ways to…
I Found the Future in a Brown Paper Bag
Of these four, which one doesn’t fit: rug, egg, drum, sex? I remember the question. I remember the answer. But I’ll be damned if I remember the rest of the…
You Are the Wind Beneath My Wings
“DITTO!” was all it took to bring tears to me eyes. You wouldn’t think one word at the end of a tweet from someone you don’t “know,” retweeted by someone…
15 Empowering Things to Tell Your Kids (and Yourself)
In the summer of 2012, I was cracking up (not in a good way). I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. So I did both. Often. And intensely. Things…
Life Breaks My Heart
Life breaks my heart. There it is land-sliding Down my lover’s shoulders When we discover death in the backyard. Life dissolves my heart. There it is flowing in the river Of…
See me?
I write. I write a play. A book. A blog post. A dozen blog posts. Hundreds of blog posts. Articles and particles, bits and pieces, nuts and bolts. A lifetime….
Men Speak a Language All Their Own
They say women and men speak different languages. That may be true. They say women talk more than men. That’s definitely not. Another thing for sure: men speak a language all…
Sacrilege on the Sacrosanct: Sharing Mixed Feelings on Mother’s Day
“Our relationships with our mothers (and daughters) are not simple ones, are they?” quips The Warm Milk Journal in the understatement of the millennium on the Amazing Women Rock Facebook page. The…