It's better to prevent than to cure

Two shiny black crows sat in the road. One of them thinking he would prefer to be migratory, free
soaring through thermals, soaring by Plumeria and peace lilies

"It's a winter wonderland! Could you ever tire of this?"
frightened by our car, that crow flew away
the tires thoroughly inflated

me nauseous                      you thinking of Roscoe rolling his Rs
getting skinnier with age
maintaining superior fluffiness                 cuddling skills
impressive for a cat

these pictures in reverse colors                    the beloved negatives of film
baby crying, glass breaking and too many options of candies to choose from
the mother impatiently yells
oh don't start again

one crow was not afraid of the passing car
remaining atop the blanket of diamonds
he made cold footprints and opened and closed his wings

Some therapeutic poetry times

I always introduce my little sister as my little sister. She is just so lil! We had a good time sipping lattes, drawing pictures, and partaking in therapeutic poetry.

Here's what happens to be still a rough draft without a title.


drawing hearts against the glass 
leaving undesirable traces          stop it.

I ate dirt
and tricked my mom into drinking dirt. 
messing with her iced tea while planting sunflowers

bright crisp clear skies
breathe
in an early blue mountain lake little guppies swimming around as friends would

running around a green yard
being lucky not to have stepped in the dog shit.