A desert sunrise is a heavenly event The clouds part and the moonbeams fade away The fog recedes into the concrete A hush takes hold as the sun nears the sandy docks The motel manager stirs the coffee And opens a jar of jam for…

It’s been 10 years since I stood under a midnight sky, sand beneath my feet, watching the fog linger above the ocean waves, while boats of all sizes swayed at their dock. I dreamt of getting lost within that fog, of diving beneath the surface…

Resurrection? What an interesting thought… Living proof of the soul of this planet Whose clothing is us. And when a strong strand loses her head, She thinks herself into form. Exactly the same as before… With his permission, of course, After her apt logic gave…

procrastination moonbeams bouncing off brown skin brown coffee sits on my bedside table the kind of hush that you can only find after 2am you, resting peacefully the consistent rise & fall of your chest your delicate snores a reminder of your presence a reminder…

Campfires rage in a steel cold night. Coffee by the fireside and music that is right. The hush of the fog makes everything else stand still The moonbeam through the fir trees make the darkness more real. Just inside the cabin window there a canteen…

Ferns rise from ashes of a different time Hard lessons here for those who saw Oaks bear witness to those who suffered Solace in the afterlife their due Autumn leaves wept

There was a young man named Mark Twain He whitewashed a fence on the plain He found it great fun To be in the hot sun For reasons I cannot explain

As luck would have it. The atlas of us. Our souls at night. One of us is lying. Look into my eyes. A thousand pieces of you. You are not so smart. Those who leave & those who stay. Everything you need. When you reach…

Well, damn, didn’t the fog descend so quickly that morning? It draped the little house and the fir trees in its mist and I felt such a peace in that hush, alone, drinking my coffee at that tiny kitchen table, blissfully and tragically unaware of…

Damn, she cursed as moonbeams floated through the fog The coffee was cold again and she had none to blame but herself She cursed again, attracting the attention of a small brown dog As she hit her elbow unceremoniously upon the shelf The puppy started…