Like Tumbleweeds
The studio’s windows are shuttered against the light. Cobwebs hang like drapes from the room’s four corners. Hardened tubes of oil paint...
with every touch
warm lavender oil drips from trembling hands and softly lands on her slender back. each scented splash slowly glides along the graceful...
vespers (iv)
a slow roll of waves kiss the beach. bathed in their gentle ebb and flow i lean back on cool sand and...
Just Like Amber
I remember her sitting cross-legged in a white low-cut cotton dress speckled with tiny blue flowers as the sweet sounds of happy...
Not Her Type
A tall brunette struts along the edge of the pool. Her floral cotton dress barely restrains a well-tanned boob job. With shades...
Bliss (or What Might Pass for It)
Bliss, or what might pass for it here among the tangles and thorns of most relationships, is found in the smallest of...
September by the Sea
All tourists have returned home as another season ends with children back in school. Roads are once again passable any hour of...
time zone
i catch the clock on the wall mocking me with each incessant tickety-tock as its second hand marches ever onward, step by...