i leave this familiar abode in the morning, time moving fast- the train noisily chugging across tracks  behind city streets, underground t...

I. The early morning sun holds a mirror Painting yellow sunflowers on my face Look, maple trees are wearing green slippers And flowers are k...

on paper blue-smudged, yellow-curled of verses lifting us in lark of fun, light as clouds months later, on grieving your leaving,   we read ...

  when your eyelids shut do you recall white-pink sands  or the rage behind mud-graffitied walls  do you see the bluest skim of lake or spir...

The wind beneath us Misses our sweat, stains & messes Rinsed in clean water Scrubbed in soap & bleach We jiggle & jam to be free...

smell of pine trees, under half-moon wafts citrus, musky as burnt wood,  we inhale deeply fragrant breeze recalling season of spring - soon ...

It could have been, maybe, it might have been Deep dive to sea of passion, leading to a chapel  Who knows but the wind, spinning tales with ...

pastel pink and aqua blue tints slowly nibble away heavy fog of winter greys look :   caterpillar of clouds on cusp of blossoming there is j...

                                                       Sleeping Maple Trees   blued, bloodless, brooding is the sky, my hands savor mapled s...

  gather the weekday's leftovers (dish with clovers) here's the pan we have no plan to tarry this rib of cured meat turn up the heat...