don’t say a word
February 19, 2023: This poem was inspired by the beautiful love song at the bottom of the post. The love song was originally sent to me on January 12,…
the butterfly and the bumblebee
I lived in a village in Quebec for five years while I was a care partner to my mom who lived with dementia. One day in 2017, as I…
what if?
This poem was generated by a writing group prompt asking us to imagine improbable “what if?”s. This poem is about that. what if? © 2020 punkie what if?…
i know my own truth
People troll my sites, my posts, and my life in waves. Unbelievably, some of them think they have the right to judge me (and others) based on a few…
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…
63 things I’m grateful for on my sixty-third birthday
Today, January 28, 2019, is my sixty-third birthday. Below are some of the things, in no particular order, that I’m grateful for today and every day. When I started…
climax
This poem was co-created with a friend who wishes to remain anonymous. It’s about a different kind of climax. climax © 2019 punkie climax only you love with rich…
thank you to every angel who has ever helped me
I’m fortunate to be surrounded by whole hosts of earthbound angels who guide and support me every day in small and big ways. I try to let my angels know…
why it’s good to talk to strangers
Every Sunday I get Maria Shriver’s Sunday Paper in my inbox. I love sitting down with a cup of tea and reading her shared wisdom. This post, from Sunday January…