ptsd: a poem written in 2017 that still applies in 2020
ptsd © 2017 punkie Listen here (and/or read below): ptsd © 2017 punkie i cry as the sun sets i weep at its rise the least little…
grist for the mill
It’s March 18, 2018. Sometime between now and July 1, I’ll move from the beautiful village of North Hatley, Quebec, where I’ve lived for five years, to the equally…
pink picket fences
pink picket fences © 2018 punkie pink picket fences glue sticks and blue sticks pens and potatoes roses are red and so are tomatoes creating a poem…
a poetic #EPIC answer to “how are you?”
“How are you?” seems such a simple question. We hear it, or variations of it, over and over again, and we answer without much thought. “Fine thanks,” or something like…
broken dreams
broken dreams Listen here (and/or read below): http://casite-801723.cloudaccess.net/wp-content/uploads/2017/04/Broken-dreams.mp3 broken dreams © 2017 punkie this night I weep for shattered hearts and mourn the lost unfinished starts i grieve...
word games
This one is better heard than read in my opinion: http://casite-801723.cloudaccess.net/wp-content/uploads/2017/04/word-games.mp3 word games © 2017 punkie blank pages are blessings or sometimes a bitch depends on your mood...
tap dance
tap dance © 2008 punkie in the inky darkness after midnight, it’s hard to decide which sounds sweeter: the tap dance of raindrops on maple leaves, or the whispering...