daffodils
march’s pewter clouds scurry and flit over fields laid bare from winter’s cold. on the porch, I spy a single crow perched...
shades of blue
they say silence is golden. but fixed on the shore beneath a blank canvas of soft gray skies as the extroverted sea...
midnight reveries
beneath my bare body, cool grass tickles my skin. surrounded by evening primrose and its intoxicating scent, my thoughts meander and drift...
Sakura (in four movements)
A dusting of snow blankets weathered limbs, bare beneath barren skies, as I shudder from the cold. Late March sunshine slants through...
down elephant road
beneath wire-frame oaks a north wind blows down the street. stripped bare of their leaves they groan and creak unable to bend...
empty bottle
from atop her dresser i catch the occasional glimpse of deep blue sea as linen curtains flutter from an afternoon breeze. but...
i lied
joanie’s “diamonds and rust” echoes in my earbuds for the seventeenth time as i sip an ice-cold beer and remember the day...
comme ça
some things don’t find their place, no matter how hard you jam them into a mold. but love was her tool, expertly...