The silence that I have decided to use on you is the voice of reason that I have finally heard @ Renee Avard-Furlow June 13 2015

NAS  Prompt 2 I wake to a greeting: “Good Morning” I am a happy and devoted Child of God, and one of his gifts to me is a husband who greets me with words in a tone that is pleasant.   Later the day, a…

#5/24 Some of my Stage Experience The best written script from which I have played lead is an intriguing, unpredictable tale of an odd woman at the age of 50 who is living almost alone, but not really alone enough for what she needs to…

#4 Poem for Nick Drake Strange that I’d never heard the haunting words you wrote. Not once had I reveled in the darkness found between the notes. I think I have been in your room, stood at the round window you had there. I’ve gazed,…

Fishing with my Father, 1970 He’d have a Pall Mall hanging loosely from his lips, his eyes squinted tight behind sunglasses. That habit he had of moving his head to the left to shake back the sun-bleached hair that fell from a side-ways part. Old…

What would I give to keep you dear to live in love with no fear where would I lie should you fall away unable to face the coming day   How could I move without your love? how could I breathe? When you’re the best…

Your Face Reminds Me #2/24 Your face reminds me of lines I need to write. Your lips speaking poetic words about this world we visit when it’s just us two. In the room where love came to find us long ago. I was so far…

We sit quietly Under the soft moonlight Giddy and blushing Like teenagers in puppy love Rushing through my body are feelings Of anxiety, excitement and passion untamed and exchanged through our fiery glances We can’t deny the lust While you caress my inner thigh I feel your wandering…

I feel the softness of you, pressed against me. Feather-light, blood-warm, sugar-sweet saltiness that is you in the morning. Your lips at my throat, your hands at my ribs, fanning across the indentations like a blind man searching for the Braille poetry of our desire,…

I feel weightless while submerged The sounds in my ears are like a gentle thunder   I am free under the Shooshing water Creating ripples as I exhale small bubbles   Looking up, I see A distorted vision Of the land We call home  …