I stood at the foot of a tall wooden ladderpiercing a purple cloud in the green heavens;all around the ground was bare except…
Dispassionthat encompassesthe tears shedover a fallen petal, snow feathers over the bending blades,a turning over in bed.
Make me laughtill I cry, help me live till I die: gasping “Enough!”
Flowers, when spent, give up their seeds.Wind blows them where it will. Dropped in the perfect place, never wishing to be elsewhere, they root and flourish.
You must make room for miracles. The new birth, the long awaited Joy comes quietly. Naturally. Conceived in Love…
expectations are the blemish on my facewild emotions produce this disgraceplanning and stress spearhead this fallfive looks…
I should have five minds, to read my towering stack of books and report back with a synopsis.
Tisk — tisk!
What I really want to do
The National bird of Malta is the Blue Rock Thrush.
When I’m away too long, wild comes to look for me. Shows up unexpectedly, like the coyote who found the muffins I’d crumbled for…