a thin crescent moon
beneath a wash of starlight the chill night air invigorates these bones. my beloved’s whispered voice echoes in my blood and pierces...
falling, in kashmir
standing barefoot in a mountain stream her sun-kissed figure flames with autumnal fire. a cool breeze scatters stray strands of long black...
afternoon tea
the white ibis are back on my lawn, their curved beaks knifing into green grass searching for bugs. they march and bob...
i find myself… here
they’re fighting again, exchanging profanities hurled with a fury that rattles my world. face-first on the bed, i can still hear every...
drowning in rain
i don’t remember the very first time our eyes met for it seems i’ve perpetually understood how softly they spoke, inviting me...
with a shiver
from within the prison of desire i reach out blindly for your voice whispered in the darkest corner. but you’re not there...
A Revelation
The lifting veil of night makes me giddy, like I’ve been high. “All the way to Reno (you’re gonna be a star)”...
Vespers (v)
Separation is an illusion, they say. But sitting in my darkened home as a lone candle fitfully flames on the bedside table...