Within shining rays of the sun. Winter’s luminous life pulses, pleases and warms the silent shadows of time… Snow dunes mirror desert slopes. For a moment all lays quiet and still. As I walk on the lake of ice. Sounds smiles and senses come alive. Smelling seeing smoke. Rising above and beyond. The open circular…

Her flame is Blue Many Degrees hotter The mystery Unfolds Passing out poker chips The game goes on Brushing carpet fuzz Off her boots Harmony Is her middle name She beams A shyness with confidence Moonlight hotness The heat is nothing Ebbing and flowing around her The depth of her resolve Was never deeper Carolina…

If I hadn’t seen your picture come on my Facebook feed over and over and over again I could have overlooked it moved on thinking she’s not for me and never will be But dammit I take a chance send off a few chosen lines then bang — dead woman walking I died on the…

Moments of our lives pivotal points historical events we could talk about time spent in years days hours minutes we could just call them snippets starting a new life with someone when you’ve lived decades before you ever met them where do you begin where you grew up who you have loved who you have…

Tempur-pedic snow today Holding me up As The Irish wind pushes from behind As if to say- Go on KEEP up Child! But I am staying true to form, STOPPING at this Head tilting sky, With Dusk coming in- Hot with dusty powder Pink, Striating hills of Softness– Banking two perfect white curls of clouds-…

Adele‘s heart is broken She cannot sing That’s what they’re implying in the news spin Its cost her $639,000 Per night Two shows a weekend from January to April You do the maths. Adele‘s heart is broken she cannot sing It must heal before she can make the stage again Such a public shame Compare…

Hold her tightly Water Seeps Life Cannot sustain holes Like craters Peeled oranges Flesh Open Weeping Sweet nectar Sticky Hold her tightly Momentary Lingering Space Hold her tight Minutes Hours Days Time One day Will be gone Hold her tightly

A delivery of photo’s from Rose . Provincetown. She likes to provoke memories of sisterhood there . It wasn’t the time spent living on the Cape, but surrounded by family . Their lives versus mine . I am whom I am , in thought and contemplation of all that . Denial of presence is a…

Dirt road again How exciting She rolled her eyes She ducked as the sword Sailed over her head I’m not dead You can change Rearrange Her heart was a mess Surgery in three days Laid back Hands behind her Head Think about the Day This one Covering ground Precious Spiritual love Above Grand tomorrow Happy…

I no longer charge hills or chase windmills. Nor do I have a fast car. I no longer stand in the rain. I do hold chairs and open doors, for affect or so it seems. I have longer night’s rather than days. Worrying about the things that don’t go away. Common appreciation and respect as…