Grey clouds cover morning sky Palest of white, misting eyes Searching for seeds & spring buds We walk slow on greasy mud ~0~0~...

sprinkle me with raindrops- i am new sunshine eyes, tulip-pale blossoming swishing my skirts, i bring out  dancing shoes with my u...

dawn is whipping up sky in  bluesy pink hues in my sleep, i hear birdsongs & squirrels chasing away shadows and egging me to r...

when night turns my bones to rust and my wanderlust heart rolls away- obliterate me into stardust that i may see the light of million...

i urge myself be a candle wick not a wax my compass point is here, there, everywhere under the night sea of stars or the open field o...

My hands are a keeper of words that stays green as spring.  Even when autumn sits curled beyond my reach, I'm content to play wit...

In this box are my gems  rings and necklaces of w o r d s and   w o r d s  unbounded and sloppy and more  w o r d s dear from my b...

Dear Dead Roses, Don't dance just yet This warmth and sheen of gold is just false spring in the middle of winter season Shake ...

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...