Rain drops on glass..The sky presses close, a soft gray breath against the world, and the window learns a new language, dots and commas of rain. Each drop holds a small sky, bending light, slowing time, trembling before it lets go and joins another’s path. Outside, t... See More » (1)
The quiet glow of snow..Beneath a sky of blushing light, The mountains breathe in shades of blue, While snow clad pines, in silent white, Stand tall beneath the pastel hue. Each branch is crowned with winter’s art, A careful touch of frost and flame, As dawn with... See More » (1)
A Pumpkin Patch Christmasoh, what a wonderful day a wonderful day, yes indeed with its blue skies and its warm sunshine oh yes, what a wonderful day Christmas time in the pumpkin patch Its where I grew up, you see with mother and father and all my family friends and... See More »
Time can change me, but I can't change time,Days, months, years. Muddled memories fill the vacuous hole in my head. Little raindrops of poisonous desires dissolve into the tissues. Sometimes the firing neurons between my synapses keep me alive. Other times it strangles my heart, inciting... See More »
The Dream of Reconciliationi could not know what to expect from my visit to Pennsylvania Hospital holding the hand of an inner child once burned so badly as to be unrecognizable; lovingly, patiently, reparented by her future self; a witch in copper a nurse helps me cross the... See More »
Poem- yearningHe left me hollow—a black pit yearning for transparency, for something resembling normalcy. What I mistook for mutual understanding and love was nothing more than a facade, a means to satisfy a rudimentary, primal desire. It was never the girl who m... See More »
You are notYou are the sun which is setting in the evening, A quiet fire folding itself into gold, A whisper of warmth drifting over the horizon As day kneels softly before your light. You are the moon, the body of the night, A calm guardian carved in silver,... See More »
Enthralled …..In fields of social grace, our paths align, A sudden spark, a subtle, sweet design. You spoke a word, I caught a passing glance, And in that moment, took a willing chance. Your laughter like a melody unheard, A story whispered, vibrant, brave, and... See More »
