the cooked peanuts with garlic crunches on your palm while i spoon slowly the melting ice cream on my cup silence flows and ebbs to t...

the undertow of the water heaves, curling my chest in brine nerves of pain slices through me as if escaping a firestorm outside, th...

a voice inside  your  head                                       be still  you dab      clouds of cotton on your       spindled finger ...

Half moon, cradle of shadows and light Needle our eyes to star-burst night Thump our chests, mired in hemlock & brine Half moon, c...

To where   my beloved home waits crisp yellow by red sun  and  serenaded by ancient trees  here, the smell of musk is spice the heat i...

Knead my anger to bread       of common wheat   Salt my wounds        red with fresh thyme           Against killing fields of innoce...

young man boards a full train    holding a small pot of green, sapling- sparking color in room of grey scarves,    black coats and win...

The wind chill is thick ice on my legs and cheeks.  I walk quickly inside the house, warm with fleece covers.   The snow is a blanket ove...

amethyst & ice-crystals hug my neck, as needles  of pain stakes my chest, yesterday's grey-  lone blackbird perches on bare ...

Night, a lightning.   Shovel hitting the frosty ground. Splintering crystals into thousand mirrors.   My eyes squint, heavy laced  w...