dream catcher
behind “voice” is a raging fire to shout into the abyss dredged up from...
bone white lace
her nightgown still hangs on the back of the closet door, bone white lace...
Like Tumbleweeds
The studio’s windows are shuttered against the light. Cobwebs hang like drapes from the...
with every touch
warm lavender oil drips from trembling hands and softly lands on her slender back...
vespers (iv)
a slow roll of waves kiss the beach. bathed in their gentle ebb and...
Just Like Amber
I remember her sitting cross-legged in a white low-cut cotton dress speckled with tiny...
Not Her Type
A tall brunette struts along the edge of the pool. Her floral cotton dress...
Bliss (or What Might Pass for It)
Bliss, or what might pass for it here among the tangles and thorns of...