1. sunlight pours  through a curtained window – he sighs 2. she moans: her skin sweats in summer’s heat 3. she rubs  her abdomen and whispers a name 4. a child’s laughter echoes across shuttered doors 5. fires burn, people stand on the side of the road 6. she sobs on my shoulder – the ...

The woods sleep with snow My ears listen for spring birds, My eyes long for you As I sit by the window Wishing you could come again

The beaten path is not for me The trail laid out by those before To walk along and see the marks Of the more adventurous,  Those willing to explore   I don my hat and satchel I store tools by my side I swallow fear and battle doubts Towards the forest I go Leaving mediocrity ...

Fingertips of day are losing their grip. Pink horizons darken the sound of a saxophone fades. Stars poke through the black curtain like pinholes in the fabric of time, the moon hovers benign and besmirched its surface pocked and shaded.   Silence is golden.   But there will be no riches tonight screeching interrupts my ...

Rain falls creating Ripples in our childhood pond, Dark clouds block the moon Inside, I whisper your name, If only the rain were you