Some days the skyturns dark early.Pink is obscured by gray.Rain against the window,clouds hanging low.The kind of daythat makes you wantto crawl back into bed. Life is good.I know that.There are poems to write.Breakfast needs to be made.A few thingsthat...

The tree I see each day from my back deck has finally bought some new clothes and is wearing them resplendently on this warm spring day. She was cold and naked for months, and though I do like most...

Tear me to pieces so I cannot recognize meTake my weight and burdens of this life away from me for awhileIt is what I cannot do for myselfDestroy meInch by inchLet me finally crumble at your feetI am not...