Photography by my daughter, Sofia A shaggy white-haired man,  stooped with age & black leather jacket enters the train His red...

Sculpture by  Stephen Fitz-Gerald I have been missing you -your silver lance & sword Are you on your way to Camelot? To fight...

No one heard you cry as you curled tight in corner, blue-cold Have I been remiss?  I miss you- your toothy grin, white shirt & ...

By  Dustin Yellin The snowstorm poured like daggers Outside my window, a silver chandelier Dripping dry ice, flawless as paragon ...

I have forgotten the smell of ink & crease of paper on my hand As I write to you Everything here is paperless Which makes my nose...

I have learned that cold has many shades.   There is a cold that is crisp & invigorating like first bite of sweet plum or tang of ripe ...

There is something in the winter air more than crisp, tangy, full-bodied oxygen that pinches the nostrils blushing red that pumps the le...

Lavender Fields in France I search for words sweet as pink tulips  fragrant lush from fields of lavender their colors blossoming u...

Northern wind, ice crystals, seeds of darkness             Circle our lips with gold, bright as sunflowers Our hair grows white, buried un...

At night, she wakes up caught in red threads, forgetting  where,  who she is, as sky dissolves.  In the mirror Two faces of moon stare ...