Guilty

When falling into sin

It’s never really falling

Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Feelings

Feelings

Who knew they could be so much trouble

Thirsty

I placed the little paper cup

Beneath the spout and chunks of frozen water tumbled out

A Poem to Myself

Choices

Small, intentional steps in some direction

Just Peachy

Flirty and voluptuous

Velvety skin brushed with rapturous coral

Caught up in the Screen

Note from the writer: You may listen to this post on Spotify. 🙂

Sometimes

I wish

I could live in the TV

An Eggsplanation Regarding the Cooking of Eggs in Microwaves

Cooking an egg

In the microwave

Is tricky

Covid Commiseration

Woke up with a tickly, phlegmy throat

Twirled the unwelcome swab in the unknown recesses of my nostrils

In Search of Eden

We ventured from the comfortable

Drove down unfamiliar, dusty, gravel roads

Rain, Rain, Come

I watched from my window

The sky was a soft, nondescript grey, like the fleece blanket stashed in my car for emergencies