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...
my lotus
the lake’s glass surface reflects a waning crescent moon. crisp, cool air bathes my face as the shikara knifes through black water...
Ebb and Flow
Her white linen dress flows and flaps in the wind. Flashes of bare skin bathed by the setting sun glow with its...
almost heaven
a line of brightly colored adirondack chairs face the sea. vacant, they appear gray in pale moonlight. far out over the gulf...