chill in the morning air brings blessed relief soothes my fevered thoughts aromas become crisp tart apple on my tongue change is in the air

Reclaiming my inner badass at 50
chill in the morning air brings blessed relief soothes my fevered thoughts aromas become crisp tart apple on my tongue change is in the air
Indie Blu(e) Publishing is thrilled to announce that As the World Burns: Writers and Artists Reflect on a World Gone Mad in now available on
some days I do not just feel sorrow some days I am the sorrow I am the grey sky that threatens spitting snow I am
My dear friend and frequent collaborator Stephen Fuller wrote a response poem to Morning Tanka 3. I have paired them here below. Morning Tanka 3
last night i was the moon full ripe hung on an indigo canvas painted with thousands of twinkling lights my silver mercury glow reflected in
you may have my heart I do not need it anymore I have replaced it with clockwork elegant diamond hard it ticks faithfully reliably beneath
haunted hours when my ghosts emerge from the ether waltz in slow rotation through my memory music only they can hear skeletal orchestra backside of
you declared that you loved me more than life itself to any and all that would listen if only you had valued life a bit
he is stealthy as the night slipping through bedroom windows bare feet leaving faint impressions in the rug he likes to inch the covers down