white oak in redwood stippled heart in mixed media touch of realism spot of whimsy strong limbs reach out from canvas, acrylic branches with watercolor leaves touch my face I lean into the strong trunk oil pastel stains the nape of my neck I become…

my constant companion he is every shape new to full waxing and waning a brilliant white rarely a vibrant red suit “Goodnight, Moon.” no photos, please his good side is ethereal and cameras can’t feel “I love you to the moon and back.” baby blue…

AT THE END OF DAY   A hush falls over the city streets As the fog rolls in from the fishing bay. A stray moonbeam spotlights a lonely old man Still casting his line, still dreaming away.   In his left hand he clenches a…

It’s been 10 years since I stood under a midnight sky, sand beneath my feet, watching the fog linger above the ocean waves, while boats of all sizes swayed at their dock. I dreamt of getting lost within that fog, of diving beneath the surface…

Before the last moonbeam disappears you’ve filled your canteen with water and your thermos with coffee and backed up the old truck to the boat trailer. Never mind that I prefer to sleep in on my days off, I’m with you. We drive on back…

Back in the day You and I stood in the rain one night Across from a building on University Place Stalking your ex-boyfriend’s new girlfriend You just wanted a glimpse Of that bitch.   You offered me my first joint In some random bar in…

The moonbeams danced with the fog, Giving the boat dock a haunted look. Nervous laughter broke the hush of the night. The girl looked at her date and whispered, “I have to pee.”   He snickered.  “TP’s on the shelf in the shed. Pee behind…

An hour before dawn, A glimmer of moonbeam Slides through the rolling fog Like the aroma of coffee lifts from my mug. Time to turn on the lights, fire up the grill Check the tables are ready to open the doors. Grab my mug from…

procrastination moonbeams bouncing off brown skin brown coffee sits on my bedside table the kind of hush that you can only find after 2am you, resting peacefully the consistent rise & fall of your chest your delicate snores a reminder of your presence a reminder…

Nature didn’t make’em pretty, with mottled fur and sneering snouts. Nature didn’t give’em lovely noises, all snarls, and squeals, and grunts. But she knows her job and so, She made them tough as nuts. With beady eyes and floppy ears, they lurk in sounders in…