Morning Sleep

The morning petals open As it settles into place And I look down beside me To drink your morning grace The petals treat you kindly As they ... Read more

The Dance

". . . the question is not, Why are we so infrequently the people we want to be? but rather, Why do we so infrequently want to be the people we really ... Read more


He calls himself selfish when he steals air from my lungs breathing my strength in and out for his survival and I try to make him believe that ... Read more

Love Is

Love is a rose          and it rose and rose . . . and as far as it goes . . . no one knows . . . ... Read more

The Invitation

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing. It ... Read more

Miracle Man

He stands tall beneath an emerald canopy of aged pine strong in body mind and spirit he is at one with nature dark eyes miss nothing in the ... Read more

The Darkening

There the wild man of the darkening cried treading softly with startling care in this waning night a beast so rare retreating from the coming ... Read more


At her kitchen table sharing tea in the pale morning I ask the widow, "How long were you married?" And she replies, "I am married. Though my ... Read more