If I get a cell- and I’m saying IF – I’m very popular with the warden crowd – you can’t outfit my cell in any more gold than one of the Louies – you know, the big ones before all the head-chopping – what’d they…

a sigh not of relief but of… tiredness a sort of love in a sort of giving up a laugh in the former weird silence i decided i manifested i love making them annoyed and i love when they love me anyway it is joyous…

Hour Ten Kyrielle form Will you still say you love me when the fall of age when it begins and when my waist is out of place upon my features will you trace The outline of my eyes that look like jeweled sunflowers pressed in…

WHAT IS LOVE? (In homage to Adrian Henri) Love is burning the blueberry pies Love is a uniform seen by blue eyes Love is not having to worry about your size Love is   Love is linking lighting to an amateur stage Love is the…

I never believed in fairies or goblins or leprechauns. I was born to a practical family. But reading fairy tales and magical stories was all I wanted to do. I had a willing suspension of disbelief, and could believe the stories without expecting such creatures…

What is it Just an ordinary thing To smile with your eyes And say hello With warmth in your voice You’ll never know as you passed by That the ordinary thing Of making a connection Could save a life I was on my way Planning…

The caterpillar is one of the most ordinary creatures. Strange-looking and smelly, the caterpillar eats, walks, makes frass and molts. Repeat! Repeat!   until it begins the laborious process of shedding its final skin, as its body breaks down within, attached only by the heart….

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Right there on the chair Flowers that must have been for me. An orchid corsage atop a box. Inside, a white dress – my size. His jacket draped over the chair and a seat cushion from an airplane. I waited by the window, where was…

Ekphrastic using Tim Foster photograph. When a body leaves a shine wherever it’s been Can’t help but wonder, good creature or creator of Original sin. The leaves are not wilting, the fronds look bright green Yet one can’t help but wonder, are you a magician or…