possiblissities

A Realm of Sacred Joy

  • First Snow

    NOVEMBER PANTOUN Dawn on the windshield and geese in the sky,bare branches grounded, wind continuously blows.A silk, soft wrap of snow slides in place and sighs,foggy morning plays black ice, tricking the eye with glow. Bare branches grounded, wind continuously blows,Jack Frost’s hand etching a silvery lace.Foggy morning plays black ice, tricking the eye with… Read more

  • Forgive Me

    My head spins with goop Apologies for being a lemon Even though I like lemons As the flu crept in through tears   Apologies for being a lemon I tried to self-diagnose But when my knee audibly screamed I couldn’t walk and I cried with anger. I tried to self-diagnose But ended up in the… Read more

  • Can We Please Be Done?

    A Cherita, October The election calendar’s tires drag, marking time through twelve more days. Once a gleaming Cadillac,now a dilapidated relic, barely holding together. Collapsed on a lot, the salesman praising its glory days,while the buyer eyes a sleek, nearly new Lincoln SUV, wondering why anyone would want to buy the past. Read more

  • Shifting Sidewalks

    An October Cherita She watches her steps, flagstones worn and layered by generations of shoes like hers. Behind the houses, where neighbors share gardens and stone-built burners, and kids burn their buttons on old metal slides — there is something — it feels safe, but shadows stretch long—too quiet if she stays too long. Her… Read more

  • Second Best

    A Cherita for October They left me to repaint my room, wishing I were a boy.    Mom and Dad’s silent sighs always a specific disappointment lingering.  A daughter is never enough when they wanted a boy. Second best in their eyes.  They dreamt of games played on a field, doting love forever more.While I… Read more

  • Marshmallow

    Haiku 1 Stuck marshmallows sigh,  Charred edges at the fireRelentless texts fly.   Haiku 2 Round debates unfold,  Sweet promises melted fast,  Lies are swallowed whole. Haiku 3   Powder sugar molds,  Over-sweet, we’re sick of it—  Vote for chocolate’s core.  Read more

  • Puzzles and Mysteries

    SEPTEMBER FREEFORM All accessible to my thumb Yet, it becomes a mystery to me As to where I know my friends At times, the puzzle even Spreads to whether they Know each other on social media Because artist to artist, writer to writer Ought to be friends or enemies, fighting for the good fight To… Read more

  • I Don’t Have Tattoos, but if I Did

    SRPTEMBER FREEFORM Tattoos of Place In the ink of my memory, Los Angeles sprawls,  Sunset poluted red, where palm trees stand black against it,  A canvas of dreams, where the deep teal ocean meets sky,  My favorite gardens climbing the hills, orange poppies, and magenta bougainvillea, Fig trees, pomegranates, palms along the streets. Cats mouse… Read more

  • Surprise, Honey

    SEPTEMBER FREEFORM Leaving safe stillness,  sleep swayed silence,she stirs in her blankets, gathers fresh flowers,soft sunlight spilling,but shadows slink closer,unspoken sequential words linger,fingers curling, fear flickers.   Once, warmth woven,wonderful whispers,waltzing in the garden,where laughter lingers,but now,the air thickens,a tempest brews,an echo of anger, knife held in querythe storm breaching the calm.   Cautious cadence,careful… Read more

  • THE 9 OF PENTACLES

    Haibun Beneath the golden rays of a late afternoon, she stands in her garden, a sanctuary of blooming success. Each flower, a testament to her labor, unfurls in vibrant hues, singing stories of patience and perseverance. The air is rich with the scent of ripeness—figs and herbs, a bounty earned through time’s resolve. Alone but… Read more