Even now there are rosebuds bloomingeternal and internalthey stretch and pull becoming tangled in vineand yet they still grow abundant.These are Dali ..
There they stood. In utter innocenceSweet pale eyes of curiosity.I am sure they thought the same of me. Mine were wide and I wore a smile.I looked up ..
Somewhere in the deep longing of the mind, I've curled into a fetal balltoo tired to keep struggling with this wind. I am Jack's America, Sylvia's chi..
The first pangs of youcame like a heartbeat,first faint, then growing strongeruntil you became like a riverinside of me.If I close my eyes,i can still..
A poem goes in search of his poet.He has quarrel with a few metaphorsand he hates all of the unnecessary punctuation.He just wants to free flow withou..
There is a place where the sky is blue filamentand the grass is a river.Here fish walk the streets at nightand stars fall like rain.There is a place w..
So, here I am...it has come to this.I, the parent, now,celibate for practically a year since the husband lefthave to monitor my teenage daugher's sex ..
At the Angelika lives have been known to change.Amazing what a few strong screwdrivers can do to a fool.It was early Spring and I was among the most b..
I've started to write "Dear Jesus" letters.I don't really know whybut it has become a morning habit.I have not yet figured out where to mail themso th..
I am a figment of my own imagination.We all are.A perceptual illusory bubble of atoms.I live in a consciousness of stone.Bones and teeth mind and emot..