A Murmuring As if the wind had a body, as if the sky shuttered dark with its own laughter, as if the clouds discovered each other and couldn’t stop touching, as if our skin could shatter and show what a joy it is to be here and…

Have u ever never been held by loving arms Heard I love you from your mom Been in trouble with your dad Lived with strangers who claim they’re fam. Have you ever Never been kissed caring hands caress your face A spirit to fix your…

The moon reflected off the lake, My girlfriend and my first time alone together under the night sky, No politics, just peaceful, We parked next to a live oak and sat in her jeep, The Southern air– humid, Light fog rolled in shielding us, A canopy of comfort…

I was wide awake under the canopy of trees last year I did not tell you of the condition Because I was so tired of the long journey Finally we stopped for awhile Fighting my drowsiness, I witness a moon shining admirably through the sky…

Most would say you don’t deserve to be forgiven That I should just forget you like you were just a ghost of a heart broken past A mistake that shouldn’t have had the chance to last as long as it did But they didn’t have…

The world is breathing. Its lovely life whips waning light through peach cloud crowns, lifts swifts to paddled flight in blunt bodies built for gloaming. If you cover your ears–hard– and clench your arms– you can hear your blood rejoicing. Just so, cicadas–the tuneful roar of circulating summer.

Upon the placid, darkened lake and beneath the huge, bright moon there sat a stoic Pelican whose chicks would die too soon.   They clamored in a panic for there was no food to spare. The Pelican’s wings were broken so the nest was bare….

As I lie under the canopy of the silver moon I gaze at its reflection across an ebony lake Knowing that you too see the same reflection across the ocean I am in awe of the glory that love creates When you are so far…

The moon prompt is here. My favorite of all The blood moons and half moons The cloud moons and no moons I have howled on them all. Reflected on lakes Shining through my canopy Singing the glory of the sun The blood moon is my…

You know who I am. I see it in your face. Yes, I shop at the grocery store just like “regular folk,” and I’ll fill my own gas tank, too, if you want to watch. Bring your camera. Did I attend Cannes? No, but, I…