They say time heals all wounds. Let it be so.   doing time ©2020 punkie   doing time the rhythmic tick tock of the antique clock tortures & tears…

the devil’s in the house of the rising sun © 2020 pookie   the devil’s in the house of the rising sun i awake at sunrise with a universe-sized canyon…

Sometimes miscommunication causes people to react in unexpected ways. This poem is about that.   stung © 2019 pookie   stung   ouch! your anger stings me: quick and hot…

There’s no escaping the joy and grief of love. Everyone is touched. Each of us is marked.   marked © 2019 pookie   marked i woke up this morning with…

About being separated or apart from those you love.   absence © 2019 punkie   absence the clocks chime at five like at one, two and three there’s a void…