i. an evening shower speckles the window. a candle burns on the bedside table, its fitful flame my sole companion. upstairs, a couple hurl obscenities impossible to ignore into ... CONTINUED
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a thin crescent moon
beneath a wash of starlight the chill night air invigorates these bones. my beloved's ... CONTINUED

falling, in kashmir
standing barefoot in a mountain stream her sun-kissed figure flames with autumnal ... CONTINUED

afternoon tea
the white ibis are back on my lawn, their curved beaks knifing into green ... CONTINUED
my manifesto
I prefer poems that are short and sharp, which flame and spark. Poems that dare to paint VIVID pictures or scenes for your mind’s eye. Unforgettable poems that have something to say, some reason for being. Poems which beat with a passionate, pure heart. Poems that reach for something beyond the mere sounds of words on a printed page (or computer screen). Welcome to my dream…