Art

The Artist Who Never Used an Eraser

A friendship and betrayal that I will never forget

The Rustling of Autumn

Morning light pours over the patio
in tendrils of honey whiskey.
Dappled specks…

Let it Out

a poem in nine lunes

The oak tree outside 
the window
dances in the breeze.

Tidal

Perhaps I will be 
moving on like the waves 
rushing towards the horizon,

Nights Like These

Dusk falls
and the city unfurls 
its secret self — 
a map unspooling
under the kiss
of stars and streetlight.

At the Edge of the Cliff

Dawn breaks through clouds
and the city below ripples in sunlight.
Amidst the tangle of breaths 
and rasp of debris…

Keep Me Up All Night

Even as I hope 
to fall asleep, 
they come to me

Dancing into the Dawn

I shake wisps of dust
from the pink ballet shoes
and slip them on. 
It has been a decade
but they hug my feet 
with only…

Somewhere Else

a poem in eight haiku

A Fresh Tune

lune poetry montage

Tendrils of moonlight
dance across
the eerie silence