broken (ii)
it never occurred to me that an angel’s wing could get broken. and as i found her sitting beneath an oak wrapped...
4:27 am
your perfume lingers here like morning dew which clings to each blade of uncut grass before being burned away on a summer’s...
holy of holies
a thousand eyes for you on any given evening waiting in the wings to undress every moment and desperate for a spark...
state route 83
a ribbon of cracked gray pavement cuts along rolling green fields dotted with weeds and wildflowers. overhead two red-tailed hawks drift in...
haiku viii
a chill night air blankets tall grass — cricket song...
august afternoon, after rain
a goldfinch lands atop a birch and bobs with each gust of wind...
justified
by a word we feel hurt. and with some words we lash out with logical precision to tear down those who are...
homeward bound
my watercolor dreams have all bled dry, with canvases long since scattered and far out of reach. but beneath a lavender sky...