REcollections

    Click on the audio link below for the spoken word poetry by Sandy.   Recollections Midnight lights dimmed across the eclectic apartment filled with colorful objects unnecessary things square pictures 4 by 4 line the edges of her mirrored door . . . framing her stories but his image is not there the... Continue Reading →

MOrPHine maDNEss

  Here is a piece I wrote recently NOT under the influence of drugs or alcohol, but under the spell of the letter "M" and dreams, the crazy, insane world that can live in only our own heads.  Think a little MacBeth or Shakespeare when you read or listen to this and try to find... Continue Reading →

Costumes, Candor, Glitter and Glamour

  For the audio version, click on the link below: Costumes, Candor, Glitter and Glamour  I want to live amidst the bustle where diversity teems together without hate sweet treats and ginger snacks at your fingertips I can hear the cargo horn as the bell train whistles while the ferry boat leaves in its wake... Continue Reading →

To No End

"Emotions are too raw to let me lie.... this is what I want" Click the audio link to hear the spoken word: TO NO END  Oh don’t get me wrong I do love you I want to share life The little time that I have I want that to belong to you There is no... Continue Reading →

Dear World

Happy Valentine's Day Lovies!  Sometimes when I am writing, I think that if I could speak my poetry or prose, it might bring a deeper meaning to the reader/listener. So, with this special Valentine's Day post I decided to include a recording of me reciting the poem.  I hope you enjoy! Today was a thoughtful... Continue Reading →

Desire Denied

Desire denied love dies finds another place to hide Love missed insists on a kiss Heart enflamed seeks to sustain the spark that was to blame © Sandy Hibbard 2017

A Moment of Eternity

Remember when you first fell in love?  The many times you fell in love?  Remember how in the beginning every moment was magic and you wished it would never end?  In the midst of your love affair the responsibilities of daily living and other people and problems start to creep in (and they always do).... Continue Reading →

Love

  It appears that love is not as statuesque as you may imagine as tall as a supermodel as buff as a bearded hipster everything you think you love hard can break like ice on a pond. Careful where you walk at what temperature and never leave the love of your life behind or they... Continue Reading →

Wheels Up!

Wheels Up! Wheels up Time to examine my heart Time to say goodbye Did I say “I love you”? Did I say thank you? …Is that a tear in my eye? Wheels up Now it’s time to put on my face Time to text you I am leaving Is my phone off? Did my message... Continue Reading →

My OCD

My beautiful godson, Noah, just shared this insightful look into OCD. Please share this and let's help spread the word that those who suffer with OCD are not alone!  XOXOXO Sandy     My OCD - Noah Geopfert First off, I never once asked for this You've only caused pain and misery Thank God the pain is... Continue Reading →

Esperanza

Beautiful and tender, a lovely poem from House of Heart, I had to share. XOXO Sandy Esperanza There is a need of lips pressed, pressing, of hands seeking.   Here in my straight back chair, hold back the firestorm with your elegant hands and with your lips claim the hollow at my throat. Scatter my silk... Continue Reading →

Intimacy . . .

Intimacy I want to see you. Know your voice. Recognize you when you first come 'round the corner. Sense your scent when I come into a room you've just left. Know the lift of your heel, the glide of your foot. Become familiar with the way you purse your lips then let them part, just... Continue Reading →

Today I am thinking about my family and my sweet parents.  My dad is fighting for his life against stupid cancer and is struggling so, yet with the strongest will and spirit I have ever seen!  My mom is right by his side, after 60+ years, he is ever her love and serves him with... Continue Reading →

What Can Be

What Can Be In another time I could have been a dancer Dancing to the rhythm of my soul Or perhaps an actor playing out the scenes Of the crazy stories I have told I could have been a singer On stage with a thousand lights at my feet Or an artist moving heart and soul... Continue Reading →

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