the word & phrase you write in every poem the pathway, streets and city you live since you were born the plate, cup, brew, spice, fo...

between the sea and shoreline white foam of blue waves echo ocean's murmurings to the sky shells open & birds with new wings...

you own the night with your voice drumming our flesh with city vibes the moon beds you with starlight  & silverdust, we turn to moo...

the summer heat dries the dandelions to white whiskered heads peppermint leaves scatter their fragrances across fences & empty hus...

i paint our words to be a virus our words to be a vaccine our words to be host cell  our words to be N95 mask whether you are asympto...

i taste the skin from summer fruit the juice sticky on my lips   as sliver of light glaces the room you are fixated: crystals ...

under the wave of writing fog, i set an alarm:   to persuade believers, invisible enemies in Stalin's Court of Red Tsar, the spi...

my hair bathed in snake's oil under pink moon my skin a blasphemy of brine from slaughtered bones & tusks watch me glide wear...

pair of chickadees  are busy building nest of twigs  daffodil shoots are opening  to sunshine, dewy-eyed  our windows are closed   ...

blue sky, fresh cool wind, afternoon sun on my face - seagulls shriek, trumpets over empty streets & tracks above stadiums deadly ...