Dear Anna Virginia Carraway Stark Anna what happened To your cricket heart I see your doubt And empty dreams Your decisions poised Ever on a razors edge Of your triplicity You alone I can never trust Your heart is ever changing Your blonde hair Turned…

Moonlight and poetry Virginia Carraway Stark I dreamt I wrote a poem It was stuck in a moonbeam I couldn’t get it out Just gazed at it in longing Thinking That If kisses Were like poetry That could get stuck in moonbeams They would be…