Category: Poetry

Within myself, within your gaze’s view, A dual existence strives to bloom anew, Two facets...

  I wash my brain with laughter, or get it done at the library,  where the books wait in...

  Puddles swell, merge and snail across the floor, Clear-as-mirror tiles gather dust and...

  We will be winged pulsing feathers- not eagles but maybe hawks who take our eager love to...

  She gives me fiction. It is mostly short stories; there are novels, however. Never have I...