Love Sonnet XC     There are times when the only thing to do is nothing, simply take in the space and be present, savoring the time   and knowing it matters. This is how I reacted to your reaching out, touching my face, tracing   my lips with your warm intentions. I...

Creaking sound of rusted latch sleeping alone again, naturally, only tide’s tremors would let her in  I should promise you  my last kiss of summer, for winter’s kismet kites are grounded strung by ice lifeguards; rescue is the warmth between thighs  Pearls for breasts, silver skin limbs frosted-glass...

What To Do When Molehills Become Mountains it is without doubt true, that whilst one man’s meat may    be another man’s poison .. when a single molehill becomes a mountain-range sized obstacle for the whole of mankind then it must either be conquered, or climbed...

Dying, she said,"Toss my ashes to the northern lights, to drift among birches and be buried by snow." Ashes remain urn'edgathering dust within dust,but sun bursts crack the porcelainand sets within hearts' twilight