“All my friends are funeral singers” – Sylvan Esso / Califone   They line up, in formation dressed in black and gold Their harmonies studied their conductor reaches out Stretching towards each note passed from open mouths They take care not to step out of…

The Moon has a Scent Virginia Carraway Stark Night blossoming Moon flower Palest ivory Lemon ice Scented jasmine The smell of water The heat of the night Secret oasis Bring me here again In your arms Hold me tight My heart is pounding Can you…

Roses are red, Violets are blue, I am done writing, How about you?