I closed my eyes, invisible to the world, I felt at peace, his darkness my escape blanket I drifted off in to a deep slumber Dreamt of fairies and sunshine and quiet When the piercing ring of the alarm sounded like the death knell They…

A blank wall is all I need To let my imagination run wild To conjure up images Human yet divine To come up with colour palettes Somber yet bright To tell a story Dead yet alive. A blank wall is all you need To let…

Vintage continues to survive Forgotten in the back of a drawer Cherished perhaps saved for others Who may never truly treasure   Smiles for those people passed Salvaged in black and white Glossy paper patterned edges Turned over names and dates   Times were better…

I recall your gentleness My hand in your mouth My head on your belly   I recall your spark But also your softness Given with sleepy eyes And a pleasant rumble   I recall your wildness Running in the rain Loving you and letting you…

Nothing left to say unless I say everything like an exhibitionist for voyeurs  – bleeding Freedom = nothing to lose they say not true? Nothing – trapped Eyes closed – black red – retina Faces – imaginary Face- the last thing you see before death,…

Some Days, a Potter; Some Days a Poet onto the wheel with a slap, intended to dispel voids, air pockets. deep massage, knead and fold, moisten and spin, splatter and twirl bits under my nails hand-shaped, molded, smoothing the rough cupping the weak, urging substance…

The muses are not amusing, or easily amused. In fact they are bemused. Often used and sometimes abused. Yes, they confuse. They have been accused. But they are only a muse. Who may refuse. So give them their dues. Let them infuse, Listen to your…

I’m alive My body feels weightless and clear My heart is soaring, I feel at peace here I’m happy, content I’m grateful for the hand lent I’ve never felt like this before I dare never again to ask for more For why ask additions to…

I look at me, I look at you, I watch your lips, I am being scanned by your deep eyes, I know I want you, I want to feel the strength of your body, the lines of your back, the coldness of your hands caressing…

So it begins. Sun comes up alongside the blue. as mortality tries to force itself on you. Don’t know why; don’t know when. We come back to ourselves & then wonder what comes next.   Do we waste away in margaritville for the foreseeable future…