A friend once told me I am a woman of many hats And while I don’t like hats I did once wear the swimming cap On and off for a few years I held the table tennis racket Black always on the outside Red on…

Wake up   Office to home, home to office, that all we are left for.. We sleep, not to dream, but to wake up next morning. We eat, not to feel the real taste, but to fill our empty stomach. We do makeup, although never…

The waves carry my heart away On every ebb and flow Further and further out to sea I watch its shadow go For love – not I – at least no more My love has traveled on To some place greater than it left Where…

I hear sounds Meanings carried like melodies But the lyrics are lost In the acoustic ocean. Hearing tests passed In quiet rooms the waves still Soft voices and bright tones Like clear waters No ear-worn aid Could teach my brain to hear One sound against a thousand…

A million things to tell you A million wishes inside me A million dreams to be fulfilled A million emotions to be understood A million glances to be shared A million miles to be covered As the strings of our hearts are connected But i…

“I Believe: Write your personal credo of things you believe in.”   Believing. Belief is..a strange thing. It can only exist From within, and only Thrive on what cannot be seen or touched or felt.. Except in the most Unconventional of ways.   Curious. Very…

Winter Again Summer passed in pieces of sepia-toned pictures. Her face shined with gold stolen from the sun. I suppose it was ironic that I was never in any of the photos. I was winter again.

Let me lead you to forgive and forget that summer when we thought we were invincible and danger lingered everywhere by our bedroom door through the kitchen where we harshly wounded our memories and seriously undertook to laugh and linger on the good times had…

  Carnival Hurry, Hurry Step right up What you see before you is Real Lean in Have no fear The stench of death becomes Familiar Vultures overhead, circling Fear not They come only for rotting flesh And yours, while putrid, Lives still See the chalk…

Recommence   We fell– softly, deeply, an almost imperceptible fall– But we wanted to and then a landing softly pinkish blue, fuzzy newness surrounded by the micro, the minute hush-a-bye, rock-a-bye, all-through-the-nigh another, and another, and another wrapped us up, lulled to fitful sleep Until…