Sun Kissed Days

Sun Kissed Days

Sunday, April 29, 2018


Underneath this great life,
an earthquake is brewing,
a shifting of the plates
under our feet.
I sense it,
I can almost touch it.
How did we get here?
The collision
is sudden,
Words spill,
littering the highway of life.
We remember how it began,
unaware of how it ends.

Sunday, April 22, 2018


Tend to your garden,
cultivate it,
or scorch it down with gasoline.
Heal the blisters on 
your tongue,
revive the beauty rooted 
in love.
Stand in the dark
or claw your way 
toward the light.
It's your choice
to live
or die.

Sunday, April 15, 2018


Stories are written in the margins
of life,
on broken wings,
on calloused fingers.
Love breathes oxygen there.
Life exists
where black and white
transform into hues of grey.
Where dreams are tasted
but not lived.
Truth is questioned,
loyalty is tested,
shadows grow wings
abandoning the darkness behind.

Sunday, April 8, 2018


Electronic post-it notes
in books I read
on my electronic devices.
I leave them buried,
like mines in a field,
waiting for another day
to tackle the written words,
string them into poems,
place them on the walls of my house,
and send them as dandelion seeds
into the universe.
Seeds to sprout courage for others
from my failures,
wisdom from my pain,
hope in my second chances.
Grief, seen by the soul rising 
to meet the searing pain.
Emotions, overflowing,
knocking me off my feet,
drowning in my sorrow,
through time,
allowing it to melt 
and change,
and grow,
into a beautiful memory.

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Thursday, April 5, 2018

The Day She Never forgot

On April 4th, 1944, a few hundred American bombers took off from Foggia, in Italy, to survey the Romanian air space and bomb targets of economic importance. This was a US attempt to aid its Soviet ally in the struggle against the coalition led by Nazi Germany of which Romania was part of at the time. However, the American raid also targeted Bucharest, where they were attempting to destroy the main railway station switches. This resulted in a few thousand innocent civilians getting killed, mostly refugees from northern Moldavia.~I found an article about this day.  This is an excerpt from it. A memorable day that is a part of my family’s history. My mother, my uncle and my grandparents survived this day. The house they lived in was destroyed. They were in the house moments before the bomb turned their home to rubble. I always think of this day as a blessed day when they were chosen to survive and overcome. I can’t imagine what it must have been like for them. I know my mother never forget.

Sunday, April 1, 2018


My hungry heart
whimpers like a dog
that wants to stay out of the rain.
My hungry heart
to the shades of green in the grass
and the blue of the sky,
breathtakingly limitless.
The senses sharper
with the birth of spring.
The smell of life new.
Empty holes, filled with
 beauty and sorrow,
with blessings and loss,
overtake the moment.
but seen.
and felt 
underneath our skin.