On a windy day I was away Tearing my way against blow When all of a sudden a seed feathery Kissed my face and refused to go.   That was one of the uncertain journey The seed took to meet its face. She knew nothing…

rushing swirling torments of pain hurt frustration anger coursing through my very soul everlasting? i don’t know. information, bits of thought pummeling my brain scratching down my insides crying to remain. regretful tears fill my toes why can’t it be me? naked feelings set a~loose…

There’s an hour for every kind of music, but, after midnight on a lonely night, finding the right Dylan songs to play seems the only way to serve the time. And sit with a glass of red wine, looking at the cover of Highway 61…

I hover behind the bodies of traveling friends, at peace and waiting within. I am here, I reassure myself, buoyed by their blind support. None turn back, but their love is pervasive just the same. Their attention is focused on the next stop, to a…

I’ll thank you in advance for this. I appreciate a well-placed kiss. Small kindnesses aren’t small to me. Just be yourself and I’ll be me. With acts that match our loving words. We’ll create a love that doesn’t hurt. We’ll find the joy in every…

I adorn my body for you await, yearn your touch   my hair brushed to shine glory pinned so you can let it spill to lay like sea foam on your chest   gowned in diaphanous silk draped in velvet hidden delights to entice and…

Pools of yellow in the sun I plucked you from fathers lands Sap sticky on my childhood hands Gone to seed in a perfect sphere Laughing as you kissed my chin I blew your seeds into the wind

To be a kid Everyone hold up your phones Even the young children with oversize tablets Each device connected to another, the people to their mothers, but can “spy” on each other. Exist a day before internet, work and play both were hard. Now, in…

Reference to Morning by Billy Collins Why lay in bed in anticipation? The morning has nothing to offer But sweltering anxiety. The humidity is a sweaty sore And the bugs, too many Get up, make your bed, and get going Pick out your brightest clothing…

A moonbeam twinkles in my eye my coffee the day’s starting high   Hush, the quiet garden sighs the fog rolls in and drifts my eyes   Sipping on a wine canteen later, damn this music machine plays a song to cause a dream  …