snowdrift hides dead flower shrubs and feathers my hands are ice-numbed, knitted white, blued feathers pine and fir trees weave their gree...

  the loudest [bang-pop-bang] that impacts me the most it's the nicks,  slights, careless tossed words- jabbing  a growing crescendo tha...

on shelf goes unnoticed like brimed-sliced cucumbers you placed in pickle jar last summer  & last autumn, there is still a jar of home-g...

the lagoon soft sands & shimmering  i lost track of time forgetting how quickly this  turned to high tides, rocky-rolling i swallowed sa...

  the forest is burning (&) you ask me a question you will get an answer differently (when I'm 40) (when l'm 60) last year or ne...

  your words are thundersnow to my sunflower hands your passion is lightning hammering the wind  i gasp at the intensity of your emotions as...

  imagine:  a fruit from seed  sun-warm & greening  from fresh rain  you nurture it everyday with fervor of busy bees each nod & nud...