Wine Berries VCS Cordial crushed berries Fresh off the vine bright bits of summer tang like pure wine your leaves blow in the wind revealing bounty under each bough startling glimpses of red faded to pink through to unripe white the future harvest that’s waiting…

Not lost, just uplifted in new territory. Not fearful at the open unknown, feeling a sacred bond with those who since history began, adventured ahead of their clan. How does one explain their view, when there is nothing to reference too? “Stark, peculiar, with glorious…

Separate selves entwined in entropy glassware on the edge of the table photographs turned backward light shines through inverting memories of lost cities dreaming spires reaching toward God In the morning we rise, shower, comb our hair follow the routine like stations of the cross…

What I believe might not be agreed even though I agree more I might cross a path transversed by a cat waiting for luck to avenge its vice but to my joy I met happiness on the way in the form of cherry blossoms and…

A finer day, A ballroom dance, He sought his way With his advance. And false pretext. She’ll run away?   A friendly smile across the room, His words help you to fight the gloom. He reassures—   “You stand there waiting for a coach, You…

Impossibly white, white skin Black velvet skirt, cinched in For whom does she turn her gaze – the unseen partner locked in her eyes or the one pulled in by their absence – For whom does she turn. The woman will ease out of the…

The noise, a high-pitch squeak was always underlying. No matter how many shows she turned on or how loud she turned up the music. She hated it here. This place with held her creative mind and destroyed her happiness. Depression was a state she had…

Some days I don’t feel pretty I guess I’n not alone and this feeling is universal among women My thoughts about this often wonder And in my head I end up going who knows where Ohhhhh my Only I know my secrets To soothe my…

Poem 22 Woman in Black Someone’s lover dressed in black temptress seductress weaver of dark magic begone from my sight your dangling charms prove nothing more than shams I see beyond in this crowded room An aura of disguise and malign you are nothing more…