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There’s a bitter focus in the wind tonight My soul is losing altitude My heart is in the eye of a storm! As my senses, are touched ..

The cancer filled my lungs… Like a garden of twining weeds But I still had the beat of my wings And sang in chorus to the wheeze! Yes, canc..

Love hangs upon a star But it’s equally as scared As a ministering moon, Whose prayers go unaired? Who’s absent hope abjection? Cries..

I curse the day As does a vulture - its living prey I cursed that day, I met you I rue the day, I drew breath, And you kissed me. Almost; resusci..

There’s a banquet table So big, and so, high It leaves us mindful …That the floor is a pigsty. Hummingbird on the wind ..

Art work by my daughter Natalia,

On cashmere snows An angel walks in snowdrifts. It’s here; she weaves no tracing steps Those wolves or roe deer trackers can follow. Just, w..

My love we haven’t danced or linked armsLike those leafless apple trees in the orchard.Not for a while have we rolled in the weir…Ankle t..

I’ve been tearful, and I’ve been beautiful I’ve been mad I’ve been happy and I’ve been sad I’ve b..

Every flower has a lonely song to sing to the bee And each time I look at these flowers I’m glad I’m so glad not to b..