if you remember love
just add hope
share it in your own words
despite rain
despite uncertainty
share a story that conveys
love belongs to everyone
don’t be surprised if
it brings about smiles
drawing back the curtains
eventually brings sunlight
by mary ann blinkhorn
Atmosphere is an old moon
A nudge. Chaos.
Brilliant, circled ideas
Watching a loved one skip down yellow brick road carrying leftovers
Almost midnight
I gnaw on words
Converse with ghosts past and present
Though really just myself
The actor shines
The sun brightens
A near-jaded entrance
Clothed in life
Writing with overjoyed, hurried, Sharpie
Light, gratitude and attitude
A first dance.
By Mary Ann Blinkhorn
maddened mirror
drives the verse
to a different story
one-way clouds passing
I see it in your chain-link eyes
words strolling
past plain park bench
where nobody’s hat sits
fashion — a frilly portrait
stage rises
ink climbs
gathers new newts
let your eyes breathe, man
time is a would-be warm arm no longer
love — an open eye that sees the light
your verses breathe like skinny tall desserts
garnished with maraschino cherries
charm, style and mistakes
by mary ann blinkhorn
he stands loudly
like cold moon
sheepish grin extended
while she thumbs through words
gladly erasing penciled-in lines
with stale slice of bread
art is a shy night
a brave tall story
where one pulls a chain
and a light flicks on
engaging the most inspiring colors
by mary ann blinkhorn
tie thick fog
to a chair
anchor the light
to paper
gems in a weighted pocket
make tender paperweights
by mary ann blinkhorn
kiss dances
through a sound tunnel
toward Light
ultimate wormhole,
i am
by mary ann blinkhorn
i eat his poem for breakfast
fog is a waking ink
fog is a brand new light
by mary ann blinkhorn
mypenandme 
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