Magic

Whirls of joyous flames
kiss the sky.
They blur across my vision
as the wind nips at my nose.
Flowers of human creation
blooming around me
as the sky turns dark.
The windows are down,
hair streaks to and fro
across my vision.
Cutting the bright spirals
into strobed sections.

**This poem is on display in the city of Montpelier at Petals and Things for PoemCity 2015!**

Naked Shadow

Not one for the spotlight,

not one for the fame, 

the lime light is on you;

feelings of bursting to flame. 

Like a naked shadow, 

not stuck to the sidelines. 

Not blending in. 

Black against white, 

a feeling of helplessness pulling you in. 

!! This poem will be displayed at the Montpelier Shaw's During the month of April for PoemCity 2014 !!

Oh, You're her Sister

“oh you're her sister?”

everyone says with glee

“I love her”

“she’s great”

“she’s amazing”

She also isn't me

!! This poem will be displayed at Downstairs Video during the month of April for Poem City 2014 !!

Oh, You’re Her Sister

“oh you're her sister?”

everyone says with glee

“I love her”

“she’s great”

“she’s amazing”

She also isn't me