The Storm Ann WJ White Shears of wind whinge up and around the ledges of mountains. Atop, cream-filled clouds pass lazily over meadows, gathering, waiting for the sultry heat to arrive and blend currents faster effort. Indeed, bend the currents out of place, heat the…

She sends him a text message but it is not a text message it is a unique text message two images, arms wrap-around each other.   He replies her text message but there is no text in his message he pushes the button and an…

As dusk emerge as black is on verge. Book of love opens believing,you are still there in my pages.

If I jump off here… Will you be there? If I fly away though this path… Will you join me on the journey?   If I jump off here… Will I land beside you? If I never see you again… Will you seek me forever?…

In the face of petrol-dollar and stolen riches, the president still dies His hordes of physicians try his death to hide The citizens are in the dark and no one is in the know His kitchen cabinet covers up the cause of his death so…

Season of the Spirit Found her, at last … What happens now? It moves so fast… Will life allow? What can I see? I know who I am… I am free to be! I give a damn; I found the key… To be the who……

He captures the boldness of an eagle. Aura illuminating the complexity of the color black. Draped in white with traces of gold. Feet covered by the grace of his mother’s soul. Eyes that pierce like a serpent, something vicious. Skin that is deep, dark, and…

Spring Kigo, Haiki Set Ann WJ White Nesting birds arrive. Singing bright lullabies near, Filling the green trees. Old frogs leap and call, Turning spring dances in air, Waiting for lovers. Spring’s optimism Decorates blooming plants and Leaf kaleidoscopes Storms lash out above, Elaborate referees…

Are we done? I think I’m done No? Oh. Well damn. My congratulations and many accolades Will just have to wait Til it pleaaes the  fates.

Distance, not mere word kills me like sword. Feelings desire for him needs want him craves search him, at last its only dark and grim. The roses, deep in my pages finds him missing the way he is kissing. Distance remains the same stupid, quiet…