There’s something beautiful About what he does out there How he tricks the defenders And drives to the open basket His body appears to move in one direction But his mind has already sped past you A twirl of the hand and he scores easily…

There are high pitched giggles of youth combining with swirling motion, a never ending energy There are colorful walls filled with impressionistic art as fictional characters dance across the floor. A light streams in from a hidden door as an invisible wand… oak, supple, dragon…

Forbidden sweetness tender ripeness supple and ample with a crackle and a zing. Fullness came forth  overflowing tenderness Fulfillment and satisfaction in abundance Control is the new norm in town and guess what? it is too cool for you. It’ll blow your hat off It’ll…

As she felt the earth melt beneath her feet, a loving breeze enveloped her. She saw stardust glisten in the distance. The sound of crashing waves surrounded her. As fairies lifted her from the melting earth, she felt herself begin to plummet. Floop! A billowy…

The stars hang in the night sky with no strings, and the moon, well, the moon is so big it demands it’s own space among those shiny beings. The sun is a huge ball of fire! Yet it too hangs in the balance, and a…

In the darkness She felt serene Yet Always welcoming The danger unforeseen In the silence Everything felt like a dream Sometimes Such that, It could not be seen In everyone’s eyes She was a queen But She longed for the one, Who was unseen In…

  He tried not to disturb her sleep from mountains and rivers away so he didn’t call but she heard him anyway. in a dream… He wanted a kiss but didn’t press so she called him time makes no difference hearts know no distance and…

I used to write essays, stories, the words flowing out onto the page but you– you have messed me up you have taken me down and now I am liquid my words fall out without structure willy nilly I am trailing word droppings at work…

It’s just the first hour With eleven more to follow I am staring at a blank page I am willing the words to flow I thought writing came easy to me I am an author, that’s my job Yet a simple poem eludes me I…

Stone With death, after snaps at the heels of what went before; a line of demarcation drives me forward; and what I am now is both old and new in one. These days, I am scattered as soil; broken as weathered stone. I am searching…