Fire dances from his fingertips, laughter crackles from his throat and l am drawn, a fool to his flame. when I wake, I am scorched, a prisoner wrapped in darkness, without stars to light the way. – s.j.duncan –

I stop noticing or caring about the edge of the guard railing digging into my thigh about 20 minutes ago. The wind tries to push me backwards. I lean into Zephyr. The water breaks along the sand and the whooshing rhythm fills my ears. Gulls crying…

PS: I opted for image 1. Assuming I am watching people in this image I have written this poem…. Hypnotized At times, I just watch people Like now – I see a pregnant woman I think, what she must be thinking Maybe – ‘ whether…

You see yourself above me, like wind in Starry, Starry Night. You see yourself as my support, the earth, dry and warm, You see yourself as needed, life giving water, quenching my thirst. You see yourself as passionate, with a fire dangerously close. I see…

  That girl, No you missed her, That girl. Too old to be sounding out “monkey” Too old to spell it with a q. Much too old to need her fingers to add. Her clothes stink, Her butt crack sticks out, Her burgeoning body is…

You asked me for my why, and I wrote it down all at once It took me a minute or two to scratch out the stuff of it. But then you asked me, “Why this why? Why is it this?” And I sat down another…

The unsaid The unresolved The unhappening It rankles Like a pebble caught in the bloodstream. Screaming yelling Why don’t you get it It’s so simple.   Weaving webs To the stars Back & forth From the pebble to the dotted sky Hanging forever on this…

A world of beauty and harmony no borders, no visa and you can enter anywhere in the world where there will be, no racist no skin color and no language barrier. A healthy planet earth and environmentally friendly, where humans are responsible enough to face…

At five, “A shepherdess” I told him For the tender lamb of my bedtime poem, The freedom of the meadows and valleys, The gentle pace and active, hard work.   At fifteen, “An actress” I replied For the thrill of self-discovery and My commanding voice…

Nameless wonders speak volumes in my unwritten heart. Called to taste the moment their beauty can be shared and forever trembling behind my unspoken hand. Come forth wordless desire eternally escaping my call for definition. If not by words then find sound and understanding in…