I lean into the summer light With a whiff of yesterday's song Heat was sweltering, our palms sweaty  Figuring out where's the exit...

in a bunch a fraction of the skin of yellow bananas turns speckling brown spots ripening in haste, multiplying in shades darkening over the ...

  She gave us a gift in box: packets of seeds Bearing various shapes - bird's feet, fish's eyes, clouds, bones Holding the promise o...

  “Never love a wild thing…If you let yourself love a wild thing. You’ll end up looking at the sky.” ―  Truman Capote,  Breakfast at Tiffany...

  imagine:  a fruit from seed  sun-warm & greening  from fresh rain  you nurture it everyday with fervor of busy bees each nod & nud...

so you have dropped  your shield  of plastic of red and blue & timid fists  running away from the loud-mouths in the playground it was m...

This land has a history Of pretenders who crown themselves rulers Of tax people who believe that gold currency is thicker than blood Of ruth...

  Each guest will bring A poetry book to read To a garden party Brimming with roses & tomatoes Smell of peonies, spice of citrus We will...

  write me  bass drum robust lyrics heart pounding swaying beat moving limbs to salsa   then a slow saxophone mood scooping blues & easy...

the morning mist rolls away budding blooms & sage leaves sway summer blends the sky soft griege painting everything so new: field of vio...