you're the sail wind's whisper at first spring's blush i inked you to my hands from dawn to dusk your every squeak, flashi...

rising in early spring i grow with milky eyes nestling amidst a whorl of 3 leaves sharing the forest floor with ostrich ferns, and wi...

in our bowls of unruly peas  and petulant teabags my spoon's a balloon lifting spaghetti noodles from pink pot i add dreadlo...

I. When I am thirsty I travel to drink in This river of words – Sun is ink, stones are parchment I grow fins and kelp Writing fishy ta...

I run through heart of the land, muddy, brackish, moving birch canoes, from dawn to dusk.     i hang a red dress  its folds billowing s...

dawn is a chimera mixing the star lights with birthing hour of light quick is the rising mist - blurring of sapphire, glint of topaz ston...

you're the refrain my heart pings to on a slow dance the steady string  at my kite's end  bidding me - fly! the woody arms ...

i. thunder crackles sky- wind picks up howling lament- my lips bleed - darkness - ii. i taste darkness, briny- stow me on boat, dand...

here in corner, facing east, dig up dirt whale-width, length of yellow submarine pile sands and silt layer walls honey-burnt  by be...

We come here, from the metropolis, with giant's footprints.   The hike is narrow, dirt trodden path with sign posts.   Up and up, th...