For those afraid of heights Don’t you know that you are never promoted to the bottom floor. Don’t you want more Breath in deep and jump with all of your might Don’t you know that you will never have more than the things for which…

I guess there are times that you want to begin again and you can’t get past the end again Not sure how to stop this trend.  

In Praise of Yang   I’m sitting in eighty-degree shade under cottonwoods in a line where moisture from the roof of a longhouse once gave them their start. Tribal Camp Lane looks a lot different than back then.   Lapping wave are now just an…

A catch of the eye A smile sweetly shared Many words spoken Two hearts ensnared A touch of a hand Fingers intwined Hearts quickly beating Walk side by side Turns in to face slight hesitation Lips gently touch Vibrant sensation The world fades away Even…

  For Alaric   Thank you baby for being a smile big enough to wash away my frowns.   You emit joy like a little sun, a gift rarer than gold more precious than rubies as necessary as air.

Echinacea, garlic, zinc, and C supposed to boost immunity but sick commuters on the train have coughed their germs all over me I sanitize my hands again

You’re amazing Do you know that The way you can light up my world without even trying You can turn any bad situation into total bliss And the taste of you Oh the taste of you is so addicting I swear you are filled with…

Be my god and mould me from your clay I am your golem; forced to swallow your commands I am your silent servant; I must meet your demands Be my master and dress me in your chains Be my subjugator and make me obey Put…

So, you don’t lay eggs, those golden things, food of the gods; you don’t bow at my feet, cackling joyfully, like my speckled brown beauties; but you sing the new day, and keep singing until dusk, my farmyard musician; you flaunt your golden tail feathers,…

Somewhere in the distance there is the promise of some rain, Gray clouds are building and moving fast as I watch from my country lane. Anticipation is heightened down deep, far into my soul, it abounds; I hope it plows straight overhead and doesn’t split…