Bliss (or What Might Pass for It)
Bliss, or what might pass for it here among the tangles and thorns of...
September by the Sea
All tourists have returned home as another season ends with children back in school...
time zone
i catch the clock on the wall mocking me with each incessant tickety-tock as...
my lotus
the lake’s glass surface reflects a waning crescent moon. crisp, cool air bathes my...
Ebb and Flow
Her white linen dress flows and flaps in the wind. Flashes of bare skin...
almost heaven
a line of brightly colored adirondack chairs face the sea. vacant, they appear gray...
waiting for a sign
thunder rumbles and rattles the screen. fat raindrops slap against the shack’s tin roof...
vespers (iii)
a cool evening breeze rustles dune grass. two crescent moons hang low over the...