A dead or dying treeI’m sure just spoke to meAbout a secret skill called “letting go.”And further on my morning walkA leaf fell down to have a talkTo tell me what I certainly should know. In whispers soft as newborn’s...

See Viewed She held a long glass with something on ice in her hands and of course, she looked just about perfect like that .. All kind of poised but unposed if you know what I mean .. And when set against a backdrop of those...

When I was young, you came with your black mouth agape and your blacker heart pounding with anticipation.I feared for my sanity or my life.So I tried to drown you in drink, in powder,in the temporary warmth of another...

Spring Cleaned  Can’t you just tellits springor thereabouts ..The old house smellsvaguely againof both hyacinthsand new disinfectant ..Plus there’s nota single cobwebor dust mote in sight ..Meanwhile,in the yard outside,the line looksfit to break beneaththe combinedweight of our freshlaundered sheetsand...