Moonlight whispers through a soft rain The after hours garden rests No rush Roots slowly pushing Silent buds stretching, soft and sure Treasure glistens every leaf Breathless beauty  

Our daily morning ritual has turned into routine.   We have become known as- the most Boring Couple ever to be seen.   Good morning greetings Fall quickly from his lips Beginnings of misunderstandings” And our ongoing Verbal slips.   “Be honest!,” I exclaim, in…

Your birth and you, in your mouth a silver spoon. Your mama held and cradled you for the best. For you, she would walk our celestial moon. With her love, you grew a gold crown on your crest, But never thanked her for her time…

I can always smell the alcohol hangover on people… Including myself. It’s sweet, pungent, sweaty, and I’m so very averse to it. I don’t understand habitual hangovers much either. Which is why I stopped drinking.  

The trees used to close me off and now ev’ryone can see me right now.

With all our efforts, we fight our aged, tired eyes to be together, to clench our childhood ties. In soft moonlight, we stay out after hours exploring this city’s dwindling fires or the neighbor’s bed of flowers. I love your company when we play pretend;…

Treasure Island: A Memo Sail to work, dock at your cubicle, and salute your colleagues with a friendly, “Good morning.” Continue your intimate relationship with your computer screen, answer every overseas e-mail, and help your clients navigate their bank accounts. Lunch at your desk. Swallow…

Good morning! –Ish? That look you get, you know, the one that says, “Be honest.” Without ever actually opening that beautiful mouth of yours? Of course, how silly of me. And I chuckle to myself, though I do so loud enough So you can hear…

  I am a stone A rock of unique contours and striations Broken off the crag The cliff at the far end of the shore Our old home A few hundred we were then However, over the years, we have moved away Since our break We…