The fog lies outstretched upon the water A compelling hand. In sleep it could be the dreamstuff of the gods…
sugar
Perhaps I have been too kind and that is the excuse I offer for the delay in the telling, for…
Perfumed
The lady’s perfume accompanies her like an aura on the train which speeds along the tracks, faster than I could…
In my sewing room May 16
Sitting in my sewing room surrounded by towers of thread, various stacked plastic bins of quilt fabric, patterns and cloth…
my little space, a happy mess
We live in a small place. Our house is 1250 sq ft. I have always used the front porch for…
Boundaries
I collide with Michael’s boundaries. His boundaries edge long wide fields stretching As far as the horizons- the are beautiful…
sugar
Perhaps I have been too kind and that is the excuse I offer for the delay in the telling, for…
re creation
There is no re – creation, still we create. Memory is a cup you cannot sip a tongue that tastes…
excerpt. memoir pages.
There was an old man with long silky stright white hair on the elevator in the 42 st station. I…
Coffee After Midnight
Originally posted on Free Verse ReVolution:
The beauty in being birds of prey is we can fly away, and broken between our…
