He met my mind one day while perusing the dialogue of birds. A chirp here, a cricket there. Sometimes a growl. Yes, a growl from a grumpster. He almost broke us up! Yes, almost! The jerk! But we knew. How? I don’t know. We knew….

People say smiles don’t have scents Nor styles Nor choice of textile And Yet And YET The smell The perfume Is what I recall first of the moment of that day of that man Breathing in beauty A riot of joy, of colour, of beauty…

Anger. Rage. All around people training to fight or defend. Awkward martial arts. Beautiful faces, roiling with ego and fear. Beautiful bodies with angular limbs, exposing uncertainty in proportion to the size of their weapons. Brandishing arms of war with snarls of terror to frighten…

To have and to hold from this day forward In sickness and in health Two weeks shy …there’s an odd feeling of displacement in that In the midst of the grief Tears upon tears Rage at the universal unfairness of the universe Rage and tears…

Some have called us soul mates with good reason since we both love such important things and ideas and dedicated vessals of hope. We met in a writers group at a time when neither of us were looking for a mate — just sharing the…

a slight snag don’t : what? : you better not : be about to say : what i think you’re about to say : which should be easy : cos i have no idea : how we got here :  just moments earlier : i…

For fifteen years I did my best To honor all those vows We shared before Goddess and man But I had to get out He had a mistress those last few years And I could not compete When I tried to intervene He’d knock me…

it is an institution that has outlived our purposes possibly but we are dreamers, are we not? perhaps, though, we are ready to give up on the illusion that there is more than a middlin’ chance of survival, of true love, of a forever love,…

I wove our worlds together, silk, cotton, linen, wool for the cooler months nothing synthetic I would have picked the flax and cotton myself, sheared the sheep even, but I was in the garden picking herbs and vegetables for the soup I was making for…

Connection Will I be content to stay this way? Or will I take the difficult path to connect? With you, unperfectly perfect for me Let’s commit together Or will I take the difficult path to connect? It is always tempting to remain an island Let’s…