We need light rain every morning at five, lasting for an hour and a half so that we can go out that day without worrying about watering our lawns. We need an infinite supply of charcoal for weekend barbecues: we are sure you can manage the felling…

They stand against the glass, eyes the color of cinnamon, curry, chocolate. Dusty, grimy, a decade’s hand-me-downs of bright pattern that cries of hungry mouths, of hungry bellies rotund not with satiety, mimic fecundicity. Tiny hands outstretched, eyes pleading, we need, we want, we desire. In…

Stars twinkle shut. Red and pinks shoot across the darkened sky. Morning awakes.   The baritone bellow of the bull frog breaks the morning silence. Gently waves roll onto shore. Morning awakes.   A warm wind passes through the bull rushes and they shake a…

We need to talk. We need to see. We need each other. We need a moment alone. We need to have faith. We need kindness. We need trust. We need love. We need the way we compliment each other. We need the feelings we share….

He Calls Home Those who are called home often see the familiar welcoming the sights @ Renee Avard-Furlow June 13 2015

Commanding the room The largest lead weight On the rubber sheet Of social intrigue Little ball-bearings Scattered in patterns Move at a distance But never too far Prompt: Concrete imagery Form: Unrhymed quatrains  

Midday, June Inside, my big mutt dog, who looks like an Anatolian but whose mother is surely a Great Pyrenees, sprawls across my treadmill all snores, ivory fur, and black face. Outside, the sky is smudged charcoal, the air that peculiar clear green I’ve only…

creamy white fungi grow on lone, leafless branches of chaos-theory fig trees in mid-April: spring weather arrives late this year

rain drops falling onto the glass sliding downards slowly and fast catching up with the others forming patterns and lines a race to reach the bottom of the window and still you say there is nothing to watch

Trust You made it, and I’m so proud look at the way you handle the now You faced me with all you had and now you see I am not that bad Once you see I am another part of you you’d never question what…