Stand Terra Firma

The birth of Eve


Do not trespass upon my goldmine

try to uncover, take or polish my gems.

It is my shaft of discovery

waiting only for me

It is my quarry.


Why attempt to tend,

cultivate, till, harvest,

tame a terrain not your own?

I planted the seed

It is my terra firma.


Why mold a clay

with fraudulent hands

spinning, forming

on a potters wheel meant solely for me

when I am the potter of my destiny?


To understand my true legend,

I must do these things on my own.




Daily word prompt: Tame

Fear of Change


Why, birds, must you be angry?

your cawing, dawning, cries

on forceful wings

with hope of spring

your ire, it mystifies

Perhaps it is your season call

a changing time, alerting

so others heed

your time of need

through winter, disconcerting

Lay still your ruffled feathers

each change is not by choice

and yet you can

as you began

make known your thoughts in voice.



Artwork by Nicole Anderson



Day One:

It poured on my parade of glee

a deluge in my eyes

the incidence,

no coincidence

Lost days, a sad demise.

Day Two:

Once again the morning comes

the sun makes its reprise

I leap in joy

’till learnt the ploy

in the snake’s unveiling eyes.

Day Three:

Hope knocks on my door and says

“Forgot we are allies?”

I turn and ear

from which I hear

“Self pity, so unwise.”

Day Four:

Rain or sun, it matters not

life’s twists and turns surprise

for if not so

we’d fail to know

the blessings in disguise.



Artwork by Rene Magritte

Daily Word Prompt: Coincidence





Woodstock- “To set my soul free”


painting by me

“By the time we got to Woodstock, we were half a million strong, And everywhere was a song and a celebration. And I dreamed I saw the bomber jet planes riding shotgun in the sky, Turning into butterflies above our nation.

We are stardust, we are golden, we are caught in the devil’s bargain,
And we got to get ourselves back to the garden.” — Woodstock by Joni Mitchell

Dead from Heroin overdose at 27

Featured image credit.

A friend of mine recently visited The Broad museum in Los Angeles and shared this painting with me. I LOVE IT!

So much creativity, this man, Jean-Michel Basquiat, who I shamefully had never heard of, died much too early.


Read more about him hereBasquiat.jpg.