They disagree about soulmates, but concur on their connection, hard-won and inevitable. There was only one bed to bring their bodies together and trade hesitant whispers. There are so many beds and they still choose to sleep in each other’s arms. They find each other…

100 years ago/from now nothing ever changes The patriarchs slash and burn reaping where they do now sow Laying innocents upon their unholy altars And only bones remain from the frenzied feast of fragile men who hate and lust never sated never abated

curtains of the dusk unveil the beauty of moon- silhouette tattoos

years and years later, a neon lit cheerful looking museum enshrines,  memories- silver and black faded  photos of human faces; preserved in their emotional intensity. a careful study for all to  observe and consume. purple flowing rivers, black dahlias blooming in crystals, simulated fifth dimensional…

Sometimes the unfortunates have the finest views, clouds rolling in a distant valley, a hawk swooping down on green meadow, the rich man gazing out on rooftops and opportunities. It isn’t nature who decides who lives in the wild, who lives in the penthouse. Chance…

play me a tune, mr piano man ~          with apologies to billy joel   this is the music I hear at 3 a.m. leafy          sticks and twigs the piano a ruined instrument but still attempting music notes lift dusty from…

A Rose Petal Crown   We splash and play, fun’s little way of bringing us close together.   Swan towels lay, naked as jays and cling as one in our hot tub.   Bubbles unite what tried to fight, jets soothe away space we create….

Fingers through his hair,  Spare me a thought  In your dying garden,  ‘Tend to our flower Sometimes’, I run a line through your forehead  Reading the love you don’t speak  Seek, my eyes when I try  Do pry,  Peek in through the window, will you? …

From the hour four prompts

THE PIANO  . . . MANN-E-QUIN   He’s listening. Hands at his side. The piano plays – for him. Only him.   It’s been over 100 years. He stays and listens. Through storms. And fine weather.   Who knows him? Who will remember? He and…