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We Held Hands Yes, we held hands. In the whole light of the room, it was easy to believe in the hypnotic lull of love. Even if the birds fed o..

All The Mother of Pearl Babies It is time to be a woman, but you squat at the edge of the ocean, thrusting your sturdy fingers into a fragile f..

Whispers In My Hand It is almost wicked, the way I listen to your whisper in my hand. I appear so upright and alert. I hear whole conversations ..

The Perfection of Silence The way he sits with pale legs crossed politely, easing into elevators & into the waiting room, big eyed, white &am..

I went out to find my vision. I leaned against a tree & it became an ancestor. Carefully, I opened his mouth. A white buffalo rushed out. Hi..

Fence Lines The fence lines are breaking into slabs, held up by the barb wire Already you know, they will not be repaired. Disease sucks your br..

Self-Portrait With An Airspace My mother with her fey green eyes & warm touch, is as friendly as tragedy & love allows. I am born with a ..

I Ride Your Laugh I ride your laugh into the glimmer of soft focus in black & white not seduced but very high on the conversations you..

Wild River Wild River took my home away, a judgment from a heavy cloud, a down pour of the overcast. Here, crashed against the rocks are boards,..

I Rise In A White Linen Dress I rise in a white linen dress and leave the bed to find my life. If I could give my life a name add a bold swing t..