i. Peace is a red  lipstick  I slip on  a rainy night ii. Peace is a kettle  whistling steam & tea as snow outside heavily co...

I.    time is a water jug       i forget       in a corner II.    time is a feather        cold, stripped from bone-        but warm a...

the moon is half drum as night unspools threads of velvet.  i love to watch the blue hour of sunset and inhale the fragrance of pines.  ton...

They are wells  with tulip's skin    not welts from   reckless kettle-burns  nor winter-slashes on black mirrored ice and not...

                                                          Grace@Everyday Amazing my bony fingers searched for your shoulder of green ...

I saw the earth juggling  between two crown jewels -   sunrise at the heavenly east and westward -where the star-lit ivory moon sets ...

Your last breath is our cross We are now shadows, unmoving  as we  gaze  at your body on couch That Death's hands touched you Pain...

I am yellow  sparkling lights & scribbling daring words on turrets,  walls and bridges, bar stools and shiny mirrors  But tonigh...

Grace@Everyday Amazing flurries  light as feathers falling in November's whiplash wind  howling sky is pewter as leaves danc...

The skin is thin clover, delicate egg wash whilst November's winter wind is knife screeching white swastikas of hate And languag...