I liked it and often used it, yet I gave it away. Then I realized I loved it.   I was moving the fourth time in six years so many damn possessions every object more work. Now there's not enough, Just the knee-deep clutter of Sadland.   The Lucite tray with the...

Dressed as black as lightless night,the stars exist only in your eyes.Penetrative, oval, emerald eyes which see right through me. Your dress, Victorian, with leather strapping which buckles around you. Signifying your social status. At your command, you gracefully slide a...

I think of youAnd can’t help thinking about usAn openingAn unfoldingThe falling of wallsAnd guardsThe laying aside of old fearsAnd old livesAs the new opens before meIn layersLike the petals of a roseWith the coming of the sunGlistening with...