You walked into my life And brought love back into it   My heart flourished and swooned And dreamed of forever   You walked out of my life And left despair in it   My heart broke into a million slivers And it will never…

She was the epitome of frailty but, she had life running through her veins She was barely understandable absolutely inaudible. She had a temper that blew fire you wouldn’t want to be around her. She often looked tired like her life force had been sucked…

rescued from a Brooklyn street a bum leg scared heart scooped up in every way sleeping in the closet crying to no one but I hear him i will hear him always my reason for climbing out of bed every day twelve years later fluffy…

Hand snaking throughthe wind flowing through the car windowTraffic has been lightMoving @75 up 75The semis keeping to their lane Heading to another dr's visit in Atlanta. The local quack scared Crissee with hisstoned eyes, trembling handsSo on the road to Dr Schmidt To get…

I have no map save paths I’ve walked across your skin, etched bright with ink, pressed pink and raw by slender braids. I’ve measured up the contours of your land, laid carefully my line like a surveyor. The bite of the rope on the tender…

With apologies to Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John, I shrink from commitment when called upon. Rather than answering, “Lord, here am I”, I hesitate. Lacking for confidence, I instead suggest a mate. For surely doing “that” isn’t what You had in mind? Thank God, You…

I will weave for the tourists said Tuukli for the cameras for the city sons who like to see over the top of a woman’s head but I will not sell my dream of riding bareback on fucking icy steppes in sling-back seal skin slippers…

I used to hate Resent Question Long Dream Now there is almost—not quite—nothing. A spark of the old passion dissolves into Let it be. It is. They just are.

Little amber eyed gal A man’s best pal Cuts her teeth on his chair While she watches him stare She’s lost her home twice You’d think she would learn to be nice Arms to cuddle and hold you Food to feed and uphold you Little…

  Fading   My sister’s move reminds me of flowers starting to fade.   I ponder permanence.   Proud bristling thistle aren’t so bright or so sharp.   My dancing, drifting meadow of mallow starts to fall over.   I tie some up. It will…