living words leap about the page,
painting pictures of the world,
connecting seven point six billion dots.


ripe, ruby raspberries,
every plump corpuscle joined to the next —
a compound red-eye.


i hold your hearts as i once held your hands:
gently firm in wondrous awe, a sense of privileged honour
with boundless grace to balance massive debt.



2018 hit hard. I got knocked down.

Today begins 28 days of self-love
and I’m in, by the skin of my teeth, holding on for dear life!

Check out Day One where we are challenged to cultivate gratitude
and to create 3 Line Poems.