Strange

You don’t fit into their bucket?They don’t want you on their boat?A square peg like you can’t fitJust anywhere, you ought to know.But darling, that’s the magic, Strange beauty is not a malisonIf sameness refuses to abide The brilliant poetry of the sun.Striving to blend into shadowsIs not meant for everyone. –Joan Wiley

Heaven Is Summer

Heaven Is Summer Crystal blue splendor caresses and ebbs. Salty scents blend with coconut musk. Creamy warmth shifts beneath dancing toes. Fruit chunk drinks refresh and quench. Stripes of white and blue wrap shoulders. Shade bends down with cool lips. In this time and place Happiness knows no stranger.      Faces open,      hands raise,Continue reading “Heaven Is Summer”