I walk through this world with many faces.
But they show only a small trace
Of the beautiful girl inside.
There's bits and pieces I hide.
A Collection Of Haikus
Frost covers the window
while snow buries the gray truck.
This is scraped off.
Someone mentions a word,
which slows my mental blur
and causes my mind to stir.
Caught Dead Center
Mom's on the phone
talking with this serious, demanding tone
about Dad, child support and how little he does.
It is much to my woes
Lonely Little Girl
There was a little fourth grade girl
Roaming aimlessly, alone, looking for a friend
when she had none, looking around...
She moved from the swings to the basket ball court to the jungle gym to the eagle's nest on the playground.