I wait as your boat is moored by deep cave You weigh your choices: Flee  and forget  what you have truly seen Or spur me, fighting ...

peel away old skin   untangle twigs, twisted with tattered leaves  clear cobwebs and broken glass from winter's storm     new buds ...

Origami Street Art I forget them sometimes - their lilt and grace when arranged and folded like origami on the page. How soft and mu...

Play the violin Fiddle the lute Drum the cymbals  I am garden, keyed with seeds Singing to the moon, coppery fire: Melt the ice cr...

Sevenling (First meeting) There are three things she recalls -  the way he laughed with her,  gentleness of his hands & sunset unfold...

Picture credit:    Pierre Folk My head is plateau of unfin- ished stories  I wriggle with ideas, wet with sudden downpour Houses...

Credit:   Alex Ugalnicov she said what she had to say unbiased truth, traumatic thoughts of young woman, preyed by puppet-maste...

My clumpy make-up in cotton   balls are scattered myrrh Suds swallow my freckles    washing away oil & dirt There's a lot of...

Photography:    Petros Koublis we hike along your slopes, rugged against forest's belly in early sunrise- though you reek of...

Cherry Blooms in 2015 by Grace Haiku by Issa: "what a strange thing - to be alive beneath cherry blossoms" I r...