Does a gnome in the garden
keep fishing at night...

I know that this is just a dream,
an unwanted emotion that draws...

No one knew what happened here
The lightening rods, the silent tears...

No one knew exactly who
had made the big decision...

Screams are all I can offer
as the world ceases...

Pumpkin scented air
carries promise of candy...

Surface surfers
with insidious whispers...

Why can’t I be a princess?
Said the youngster to his mum...

On rheumatic finger once slender and lithe,
Pearlescent gem still proudly resides...

Sara shouted “Boddox!”
As she tore her brand new dress...

To see the beauty
in a single snowflake...

Disquiet sits quietly
making mental notes...