Love Sonnet LXIX   Love isn’t always on time, sometimes it travels back country roads, avoiding ruts and detours, and often, gets lost on unmarked lanes of dead   ends. And then, then you come across an open field filled with Blue Bells and Poppies, swaying to African...

Love Sonnet LXVIII   If I wrote you a poem, would you hear me? Would you read me, swallow my metaphors, kiss my similes into oblivion? I only   have words to offer, words filled with allegories, stories of how the moon holds my haiku, hoping to be next...

Piano Cello Interludes   I am listening to music, piano with cello interludes, thinking about you. I hear the passionate sadness mourning from the cello as the piano weaves hollowness and melancholy from black and white minor keys. I feel the disconnect between the requiem’s movements and the reality of an alive,...

Croaking sky, her clouded eyesspeak no more my wet rock homethunder-clap for pain & prizepeace within this patient stormfeathered crowning starry shinebrimstone shores our fleshy leakblazing calm through battered timemellowed from her salted peakcrooning zenith siren headsickle moon reaps...