What is it to sit with passion?Watching the sun hiding over the hill.Going with the silver child dancingInto the dim and frightening…
Every day I hear your name echoingacross the snow-covered plains. A reply would be easy to hear. Is this the sound of the silence of care?
I desire to wake into happiness,Welcoming the sun with open eyesNot yelling, “Let me be.”
Worthiness.We look for it like a prizeAt the bottom of a cereal box.When we don’t find it we cry,“Manufacturer error. I want a refund.”…
When the droplet falls from the faucet How many ripples does it create?How many arms do I have underwater?Are they enough with which to swim?
The prickling, poignant, pitter-patteredpoetry of your parting lips pulls me apart before I can pry my perception away…
My love and I embraced thrice on the street,Pausing an eternity in the tasteOf a requited sweet. Not a moment’s…
To listen as the sky hears The songbird’s song, as the trees Hear the wind whispering in playful gales, As the moon listens to the wolf Howling in…
Winter is the timeWhen the cold seeps inThrough the cracks thatBrought life in the spring;When ash cakes thoseWho stoke…
I woke up this morningAlone and afraid.A moment ago it was darkAnd I was thinking of you.Now I am here.Hours have…