Flower Fall

Swirling and turning
In sweetly fragrant showers:
Nature’s confetti

6 Word Short Story: Depression

Depression: when breathing is challenge enough

Defeat Acrostic

Emotional barrage
Fabricates varied and
Endless vulnerabilities
And, heartlessly,
Targets them.

The Hands Holding the Book

The hands holding the book
Slowly drift to her sides
As her breaths grow shallow and slow.
The pale, wrinkled face
Turns slack and relaxed
As the pot bubbles on low.

The gray, wizened man
Stares at the large screen
As smoke creeps into the air.
She wakes just in time
To save pan and house,
As he watches on without care.

Life in a Bubble Limerick

I think life in a bubble is grand,
But some others just won’t understand.
They push, and they press
Though they have no succes,
And in pushing, they may become banned.


Bright yellow faces,
Bobbing on long, slender stems:
Smiling at the sun

Spring Snow

Small flickers of white
Floating over bright new buds:
Winter’s final taunts.

Too Enough

Pushed too far to be patient
Stretched too taut to be kind
Wrung too dry to be social
Hedged too close to be blind

Depression too deep to be active
Connections too many to be free
Compassion too spent to be trusted
Obligations enough to be


Hushed, somber whispers
Cultivated fields of grass
Sown and fed in wealth

I cannot

I cannot make them listen.
I cannot make them see.
I cannot make them value
The me I have to be.

I cannot make me guiltless.
I cannot make me free.
I cannot make me happy
With all I cannot be.

I cannot make us better.
I cannot make us blend.
I cannot make us anything
But a struggle to pretend.

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