In my youth, there was sometimes beauty, a grace of form unmarred by lines, skin tight to the flesh and muscle well defined, hair curling and furled down to a waist a mere eighteen inches, spanned easily by the hands of the man who became…

this deep and wicked loves (inspired by phrased found in “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T. S. Eliot.  These phrases will be in italics in the new poem) we fell into this love deep and wicked piled high with sharp-sided facets we…

Hope Faith Two words that many people misunderstand Yet because I know where my hope lies And because I know where my faith lies My life is good I have faith that God will do as He says He will He will fulfill His promises…

Why sing of love at this hour? When the big hand is at 4 All I desire is my nightly rest I’ve worked and walked all day Yet you stroll in early in the morn’ To sing of your painful suffering She doesn’t care for…

Reflections on an experiment in self love  my mixed blood waters down my colour but not the weeping of our people when my head turns to face the land no longer ours – which feels the same as when he looks at me through blurry…

forward moving one foot in front of the other to keep our heads above water when paths wash out in flash floods forcing us into kayaks when we thought running shoes would do.   having a compass astrolabe star chart is good practice even if…

This is crazy How do I say this? What should I do? I feel like I’m going to explode We aren’t your regular two The two of us In our own world I am not sure how to say this? I don’t know what to…

I hover behind the bodies of traveling friends, at peace and waiting within. I am here, I reassure myself, buoyed by their blind support. None turn back, but their love is pervasive just the same. Their attention is focused on the next stop, to a…

Reference to Morning by Billy Collins Why lay in bed in anticipation? The morning has nothing to offer But sweltering anxiety. The humidity is a sweaty sore And the bugs, too many Get up, make your bed, and get going Pick out your brightest clothing…

Her beauty is ethereal gossamer smiles softly serene, yet teasing Her eyes are moons eclipsed and dark magical in appearance Her hair shines softly in the light and glows and scents the evening scenes Words cannot describe in justice the kindness and compassion she freely…