Reedsy Prompts Campaign has accepted my short story, “The Last Meal” into Reedsy’s Writing Prompts Contest. “The Last Meal” can be read here:

#362 Food for Thought

Drive up the gravel track
welcome home my love
Heaven has returned
the loop of happiness complete

Uncaring of how others judge
I do not tinker in their affairs
Their stream of brutal comments
end in silence within my heart

Bliss remains for hours
that string into days
Until once again your departure
precipitates the bounce of sadness

When I need you
you are not there
When I want you
you are not there
When I am lonely
you are not there

When you need me
I am always here
When you want me
I am always here
When you are lonely
I am always here

Someday I will not
be here
Someday I will
be elsewhere
Someday I will be stronger
and I will fly away

Because you are my daughter
I would part oceans and stop rivers for you
if needed I would lay down my life
to keep you warm and safe at night

Because you are my son
I would move the earth and moon for you
throw myself on a blade to spare your life
to keep you warm and safe at night

Because you are my love
I would serve my heart and soul up for you
if needed I would surely give my life
to keep you warm and safe at night

Because I am the woman I am
I will never steal or lie for you
to myself I must always stay true
so I can sleep warm and safe at night

Far into the distance
a future unknown
A place and time wished for
a love never shown

A star so far away
clearly out of reach
Completely unattainable
to be seen but never breached

A light shining in the distance
its warmth apparent and never felt
Striking all the lovely planets
luckily within its orbital belt

As the future encroaches
rapidly docile as it stalks
A life gone by beneath the stars
living inside a sealed shut box

I am late! I’m always late!
Hop Hop Hop
If they would quit moving the date,
then I would not always be late.

April, March or March or April?
Hop Hop Hop
I am an Easter Bunny,
moving calendar dates is not funny!

On top of that I get so much flack!
Hop Hop Hop
Because they moved the date away,
I missed hiding eggs by one full day!

Christmas has its own holiday,
Hop Hop Hop
Same with New Years always the same,
I tire of playing this Easter game.

Enough of this back and forth,
Hop Hop Hop
No more of these Easter games for me,
I am now the everlasting Christmas bunny!

Today is the day you went away
drifted away so soundlessly
A bigger man I never knew
no other would ever compare to you

Ten years it’s been since that fateful day
a slip of the wheel with a crash and a bang
Is all it took to take my Dad from me
something I never thought I’d ever see

Here I sit an old woman now
your face and your voice still clear in my mind
How I wish you were here to hold my hand
instead of spread across the cold hard land

Someday I hope to see you again
if what you taught me comes to pass and then
I’ll run into my Daddy’s arms
safe and sound and finally warm

Very happy and honored to be informed that my poem, “Where Are You?” has been chosen for publication in Wingless Dreamer’s anthology, April’s Love Writing Contest 2026!

Thank you Ruchi Acharya – Founder Wingless Dreamer, for your continued support of poetry and the writers that craft abstract words into art. ♥️

Distant smoke rises across the hills
a ring of the warning bell
cuts across the still village

The bill of a stark blue cap
breaks through the border limits
lined with aged living oak and cedar trees

A sharp ring of the trumpet
list notes set to key up men and horses
who wish they were anywhere but here

Those who care know they do not fit
here among these people fleeing
into the silky haze of the mountains

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