Reach

by me There's a talking of dying, the crying, and losing inside or outside or perhaps just around the corner of a loved one or a distant...

by me Yes, of course we’ll hang out. And yes, we’ll find each other and hug each other and know each other and remind each other of those...

by me The cigarette burned through tobacco like a factory burning through oil; a smoke stack sixty feet high polluting the air. Then...

by me I had a dream last night I saw an eagle. The eagle looked to me and said “Speak.” In that moment, I opened my mouth and said no...

by me Once the moon and my mother were lovers. Did you now? Yes, in my mother's tumultuous days. She was so... explosive. These celestial...

by me Let's set the scene The stage dark, lights off, we have emptiness Are things, though, empty if they have never been filled? Is...

by me There is a sexuality, sensuality, spirituality in following the lifelines of your palms. When lifelines touch do we find in...

a poem I wrote on January 3rd last year the beauty is in rushing things rivers running, flowing streams water here, meets the thirst...

a rather silly poem on the beginning of things by me The sun shined on the water's surface assured of its warmth and its worth it reached...

by me Ever feel like you eat but you’re just not full? The pull of something inside leaves an emptiness of some kind to sift and sort...

by me I never knew how the hummingbird perches until I saw his stop at the dying tree outside my house. Hello friend, could this be home?...