perfect days  i. long for a replay    of a late summer’s day lonely west coast beach with the whitest sand sun slung low in the sky me  reading some space opera mum dozing in sunglasses    even occasionally snoring Rueben playing sandcastles    next…

Awaking from a dream so beautiful, To the faint chirping of birds soothing as it never had been The soft kisses from cold lips of his, Land on my cheeks, my nose, my lips and closed eyes From the darkness, opening the eyes To the…

Poppies in the field. Poppies here and near. They are far away and close to stay. Oh, how I love to see the poppies in the field and see the tree swing like they want to play in the air. Sitting on my deck chair…

Playful fingers Find erogenous spots along the skin As the sky turns From shades of midnight Into a purple haze, with Wafting pink clouds As rays of light, begin To speckle along the horizon From the spacious bed Salty air breezes burst in Crashing with…

Salty and spent dream generators editing the clips from today into an old cine Super 8, Tangled hair whipped around smiling faces, One hand to link the chain and the other to cling to railings like drunks, Fighting the intoxication of a windy sea day…

The Gathering Around the table we sit ample food, wine with candles flickering, cozy The lights reflecting back to us as the evening deepens beyond the glass The conversation leaps around from one person to the next one topic to the next punctuated by laughter…

The faint pitter-patter of light rain enters my ears The first tell-tale sign of a good day I do not wake till the sun shines bright through my eyelids The corridor is empty I let my skin soak under a warm shower I don’t leave…

vi. Execution   Oh little heaven, let me convey the message Oh little heaven, let me convey the message   The heart of an outcasted prince from far land developed an affection on Lavaana. As usual news as it sounds The king spares none who…

MY WORKDAY. To the blasting music I wake For a busy weekday I wake An old paperback I get reading While the pot hot brewing A cup of coffee in my hand I stare at class assignments at hand Today researching and answering Class texts…

I see it inside a frame, picture perfect, fine ripples occasionally stir a plate glass lake, placid swans linger among the reedy edges, a squirrel flitting past the pine needle carcasses, cushioned sleep for the children who lie, prone, snubbing the sinking sun, cheeks to…