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One that does notFade with dust and timeFound me unpreparedMy gates unlatchedCaught in blissful unawaresWhere I heard the soundOf approaching steps,Or were they departing “Can you stay a while,”I ask the one, to myselfAnd in my ear I hear anunbetrayable, … Continue reading →

When i was a locked treasure chestLove poured in through the keyholeA cold lake cupped by a leafless forestIt laughed with each breath i drewAnd i trembled with each longed-for kiss It stole Love scurried off with the father in … Continue reading →

I write of starsLike people I chance uponExplaining them in glittered ink, butWe cannot know themUnless they are far awayAnd the sky is blackLike the pretty girl I saw at the counterThe one I fell in love withBefore we said … Continue reading →

The burden we poets carryOur love poems within whichwe refer to as “he, she, you“So many imagine it themor fear it someone else. Dear beloved pronoun…I have fallen in love with youin poems written before I knew youand lines I’ve yet … Continue reading →

This one will come to meWhen i dim the lantern,The trees shine,and cobalt blue softensInto the obsidian skyWe will say we were never twoAs the moon completes itself,Half fulland half new. tis nothing if not heardEmailTwitterFacebook0PrintGoogle

You will feel my presence again one dayin some timeless, placeless placeMaybe walking your dog through neighboring fieldswith the morning sun warming your face, its rays painting copper in your tresses,released in the whispering breezeAt first just a trace, then … Continue reading →

#25wtT, a series (each stanza, 25 words) This night,we parliament of owls,perched in boughs;ones who find comfortwithin the forest of thosewho love us,nest, thorn and rose. Each morning I look for You in the eastas the forest looks toward the … Continue reading →

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Today’s dusk cooled down biglyafter last night’s torrential rains and wind. I imaginethat she drives by as I’m sitting on the hood of my car,imagining the Amazon,listening to the trill of a Musician Wren. In a quantum instant connectionevery line … Continue reading →

In repose by firelightjuniper needles crushed, scentedunder sublime weightof autumn. Tressessoftening across her shoulders.Now spring,these extinguished coalsbarely smolder. One tent peg remains, a soldierplunged in thawing groundLast carnival truck tail lights leaving towndisappear behind a column of sadness.Vanishing with a … Continue reading →