The stones have been there since the beginning no, not of time perhaps of our time of our time in that place The stones have served as a marker, as a title as a force, a reminder They hold the secrets of talks overheard of…

I wake up to beautiful blue sky and a tsunami warning on my iPad. I check news and weather reports, but find nothing on earthquakes or other natural disasters. Hours later, a message appears saying the warning was a test. I take my daily walk…

  Harmonic colors Dancing across the heavens Throwing rays of love (Hour Eleven – Maritza M. Mejia)    

My Queen, my ladylove, my mistress For you, I am lead in days and nights When you are affixed at home, I mostly bent on you as a syndrome. Without you my sphere is anonymous; I feel my daylight stars are missing. An indistinct half…

5 years of love of overcoming the distance of travels, hellos and goodbyes 5 years of love have brought us much closer even if sometimes so far apart 5 years of love such a single modest digit but the count is still on 5 years…

West Coast Sunset (“it starts by dimming the light”)   Everyone has to see it (even if after it starts) time ticks slowly by at first, then sky is dimming and colors blur into the horizon, long after the sun looses light.

high energy fingered tune for tapping toes, knees stepping high partnered bodies reeling across the room skirts and shirtflaps aflutter, flushed faces relentless good times after hard work with joyful abandon swb

And sometimes When she slips on her faded tartan shirt And liberates her hair from its braid When the sun kisses her fair cheeks And her eyes glow emerald He thinks he catches a glimpse of something Ancient and ageless He thinks he catches a…

Spidery tears Run down my face Silvery threads Bind my dreams together Arachnid eyes watch my wavering pulse Venomous kisses Ensnaring words Watching, waiting You stalk me, entrap me Slowly I am wrapped up In the death of your love You liquify my insides And…

The bartender pours the liquor into the cup, and the cloaked man sitting at the counter downs the shot. Across the room lit by dangling citrine lanterns, by the crackling fireplace, a musician starts to play a violin. Raw, rusty sound fills the stuffy but…