Beheadings, Beheadings

Blasphemous poet!
Call the religious police!
It’s apostasy!
Off with his head! –in Saudi
just like ISIL, only cloaked


Slow motion Sundays
when sleeping state gets more time
breakfast becomes lunch
and demanding voices are
squelched in the zen of nothing


Suddenly night came
as sunlight faded to black
and birds stopped singing
wind throwing a chill to her
stress tensed shoulders from the day

Autumn Dreams

As nights grow longer
and brisk days feel like childhood
walks on crunchy leaves
the excitement of change comes
back like a schoolgirl’s hope, faith