From my stool I can view the brick lanes and canal below. Wide-eyed tourists shuffle past ... CONTINUED

a slow roll of waves kiss the beach. beneath pine and sycamore an evening breeze feels ... CONTINUED

from my window cars and trucks sail past in both directions, their tires humming on ... CONTINUED

i'd swaddle you with words but know they'd never stick, falling away from your grin and honeyed ... CONTINUED

puff of breath. energy and intention suspended on the gossamer threads of ... CONTINUED

beneath sultry moonlight she'd dance, her bare feet floating across a bare cement floor painted ... CONTINUED

observed in reverse, the epitome of loneliness ~ her bare breasts pressed up against plate ... CONTINUED