Don’t ask me to be unreasonably optimistic When another wave is upon me When I’m not ready When it is not time Don’t ask for this optimism When I’m feeling loss acutely When my heart is constricted When the fog … Continue reading Optimism…Not Always
“Fo’” “Fo’ what?” “Fo’ of those fish sandwiches at Arbys.” “Sandwiches?” “Yea, can get fo’ with the 20 that broad laid on me. ‘God bless you,’” she says and walks away. ‘member when you got fries with ’em, ‘n go … Continue reading Optimistic Soul
I’m at least half-Irish, so You’d think I could write about Something Green How hard could it be? Let’s see; Kermit the Frog is Green The lizards in my yard are Green Thanks to all this rain Everything is Green … Continue reading Green
Warm in the arms of the sun My scarf slips from my shoulder as Sunset reveals its red burning heart Tonight belongs to lovers There on the table red roses wait Surrounded by heart-shaped chocolates Love letters pressed Between pillows … Continue reading Dawn’s First Light
Ann Casas reading from her newest book, The Thought of a Poem. Available on Amazon Fullerton Museum Open Mic, March 3, 2023 video view HERE Savor the Moment Just drank My last cup of coffee. I have so much to … Continue reading Ann Casas reading from her newest book
Numbers are limitless, as timeless As Infinity The Number of stars in the universe is Infinite The Number of sheep I count before bed is Endless My favorite Number is Three I could go on and … Continue reading Amazing
It takes 40 days of consecutive practice to form a different pattern of being for yourself—to change a habit, according to the father of Kundalini Yoga, Yogi Bhajan, Bhajan. For example, after 40 days of refraining to eat chocolate you … Continue reading Numbers
Warm in the arms of the day My scarf falls from my shoulder as Sunset reveals a burning red heart Tonight belongs to lovers Roses placed on the table Covered with heart-shaped chocolates Love letters pressed Between pillows Cold champagne … Continue reading Dawn’s first light
It’s hard to write when words Are silent within Often they come at night I fumble in the dark, Desperately trying to record my thoughts Before they disappear from memory. This instrument the freedom to Write to my heart’s content, … Continue reading Time Will Tell
Black, pitch black; I tug at my handlebars, my front wheel in a rut and won’t turn; I tug again and again. There was a moment when there was nothing. Nothing but blackness. How long that moment lasted incomprehensible now. … Continue reading A moment in my life.
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