from the sea
come close my love and forget cruel ocean which sought to drown our flame...
her raging seas
brush and weeds burn, transformed into heat and glowing coals. i sip a coke...
Twilight on Flagler Beach
Breakers crash relentlessly against the old pier’s weathered pilings. Behind me a line of...
so achingly close
the argument before brush ever stroked canvas. words spoken in haste welling up from...
april rain
another gray morning wakes the day as ice-cold gusts shower my window with heavy...
the heron’s cry
Somewhere beneath thick morning mist and sailing calm blue waters on Shelekhivske lake you...
a soul laid bare
late august sunshine pierced parted curtains and transformed into splashes of chalk, pale yellow...
by the garden gate (a reprise)
framed in white lilies she stood by the garden gate. shafts of late afternoon...