Dear Emma, You are special and do not know this. Maybe not knowing is what maintains your speciality. When I meet people, I subconsciously place them in a mold of your model, to see if I can find another like you even in a faraway…

Little girl with long braids, long limbs Fearless and faithful Asking questions I could not answer I am proud of you Always was, always will be You are now as old as I was When we said goodbye But I still see you Just as…

In your eyes I can see the paradise of heaven widely opened, how beautiful the corridor of paradise is. Those eyes seduce me to come closer to you and have the feeling of paradise right at your side. Looking into them every second I desire…

My Dearest Daughter, We are still here. You are still loved. We wish you only joy. We send you love . . . Prosperity. It will develop. It has. Believe in that. Grow. We love you. Mom and Dad.

I had a roommate once she had skin like caramel and she liked to tell us stories   One day after dinner we asked why she’d rather sit on the pavement to knit while we drowned our sorrows in wine   She smiled like the…

Someone tasted out the wine After a big blooter over their mind Brittles anger over wineglass Became emptied, the pockets were punctured Whose hands are broken? Over that pavement stamped it with a nail on it It’s a hardback issue to those footsteps Roaming here…

She rook a somber stroll one day In hopes to clear her mind She came upon a rundown shack The bleakest you could find Its outer walls covered in vines ’twas dark and dusty too And peering through its window pane A storm began to…

The only window in my room, Remain open, without a view. The outside world, is too poisoned. Too dangerous to even peak. Now covered with old mirror, it speaks. Mirror, mirror on the window, What can you share to me? How was the world going?…

Like the sunflower, he opens his heart Please, do not pull it apart Living in the present is difficult That is life of the occult   As hard as hardback, it is hard to turn Right or left, near or far Please, make him stay…

WORDS OF LIFE   Sunflower, Sunflower in the yard; Why is poetry so friggin’ hard. Your beauty is inspiring . . . My thoughts perspiring . . . The sun itself has me charred!   Knitting is not something I do… It’s a gift given…