Category: Poetry

The first of Spring – and everything Says Yes. Along the edge Of the field, blossoms in the hedge,...

  The sun has already set, and darkness  is engulfing its poor somber path  then...

I come from a family where the men die early, which is to say I was raised by women. My childhood...

My disappearing darling, you sail with an anchorless boat, bolting from the dockyard as soon as...

      He fell like rain on my scaled ribs; weight of night, a canopying cove....

    You walk ahead yet moonlight keeps you  in its sights.   You move...