Are we like threads woven into a silken blanket,feathers floating gently,a Windsor knot…
Most days I have to put my blinders onto protect my eyes from the subterfugeraining down on me like…
Did you lose the book that held my words or carelessly trade it for the moonlight?
Bed-tossed eyes swallow the morning sun,her pen hiding somewhere between the…
The Aspen sky will embrace youbut first you must let go of your fearof heights.
we poets are complex,we live a simple life,what we can’t hidewe write it on the…