Sweet Sound of Laughter In Your Smile
I will do any and everything you ever ask of me, within human limits, there’s nothing I will not do; take a holiday on a deserted island with no food, sunny, cloudy or snowfall, no...
Read MoreMONOKU* (Part 1)
the dog barks – some faint footsteps rain the cold night lulls the baby to sleep coffee cup brewing a haiku in the air aims at the Jelly Bean baby’s smile rainy morning the...
Read MoreThough Unseen, Her Soul is Lucid
And soft, like thoughts on snowy evenings. The amber fire inside of her warms me. She is filled with sympathy; cries out when injustice sets fire to the world. She’s a subtle...
Read MoreCould You Stay the Night, Forever?
Wrapped in the fireplace of your arms. Warmed by the trust in your smile. The night and our love Are acquainted. You cuddle close and feel my heart. I brush your hair away from your...
Read MoreEmma’s Favorite Thing to Look At
The sun rose ripe and warm over the quiet town of Batavia, Illinois, tucking shadows into the pockets of morning. People opened their shutters and children ran out to play. Robins sang high...
Read MoreThese Things
I have longed to be the quiet, fading light that helps you sleep; and sunrise through the open door. I’ve stayed awake for hours, wondering how I could channel the most beautiful...
Read MoreThe Key to a Woman’s Heart is Within the Man
Soundless, he crashed along her walls. Fell like a bruised rock, died shivering in the clover. She stirred, asleep: an oblivious, silent orchestra. Autumn leaves and music entered his death...
Read MoreSeasonally Home
I pack away summer clothes to a soundscape of Vivaldi. The songs of summer birds have settled like dust. I light a candle at the window and watch leaves fall across the yard, overcome by a...
Read MorePulse
The morning is cool, quiet, set perfectly in place and her eyes are filled with it. She kneels down, watches bees bend the silky petals of her favorite flower. Time is a deific ox pulling...
Read MoreMorning Rain
This morning there was much rain, forcing the birds into trees, the butterflies beneath leaves. I stand at the open window, listening for the cool silence between raindrops. I begin to...
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