A Hot Date with Home

Do you ever find yourself rushing at the end of your workday to get home…?

I mean…home isn’t going anywhere, right?

There really is no need to hurry…

And yet…at the end of every workday I scramble excitedly towards my hot date with home.

They say that home is where the heart is but it’s so much more than that…

Home is filled with precious treasures that I adore touch and hold…

Home is perfectly illuminated with lots of beautiful natural light.

Home is climate controlled and full of the colors that make my heart and soul thrive and sing.

Home has numerous spaces to linger in comfort and contented bliss.

And last, but not least, my love is there… and if she isn’t

She’ll be getting her hustle on toward her hot date with home too.

Then we’ll be there together and happiness will abound.

I truly wish that everyone had a home they could not wait to get back to.

Today, I sit in gratitude that I am lucky enough to have a hot date with Home.

© Dani Heart

5-15-26

The Magical Away

The Magical Away is neither magical nor truly away…

Non the less…once a week sanitation magicians come and remove the unwanted remnants of our consumerism… allowing us to persist in the delusion that it no longer exists.

But exist it does…and it grows at a reckless pace…

Some among us, and even abroad, are not afforded the luxury of averting their eyes, or worse, must abide a close proximity and suffer the toxicity of the poison refuse the wealthy are able to heap upon them.

For the sake of humanity, and the planet we must aspire to a world that is natural, sustainable, and recyclable…

Lest the truly magical vanish permanently, and irrevocably into the away.

©Dani Heart

4-30-2026

Secrets and Lies

It was the night of the fire…who can forget?

We were all in places we would come to regret

Every single one of us had secrets to hide

But only one did evil they could not abide

At half past midnight in the meadow, we met

The silence we vowed remains unbroken yet

The horrific crime is hidden from all but one

The rest of us wonder who, and what can be done?

Unbearable guilt is the price we pay for the pact we keep

Someone died that night in the forest, dark eerie and deep

©Dani Heart

2-16-2026