

Arabella*
Dropping slowly in the unknown, she twirls her sexy spinnerets, reeling out a silver swing in dauntless nanometers. She suffers hunger,...


Aunts
There they are in the nursery tending her young as their own placing her eggs in waxy cradles tucking them in for a nap. Carefully they...


Arboretum
I have forgotten to notice how the trees love me. They hung fruit low, within reach, dropped cherries in my basket, nuts in my lap. They...


Deadly Metaphor
Desire is a projectile, a hot hollow point, riding a burst of lust. Target engaged, it shreds protective layers, splinters bone, tears a...


Lunch On Mackinac Island
Old wire chairs sit askew at glass top tables, Cliff top, above the iridescent bay Encircled by white sails Silver shimmers, reflecting...


Desert River
A thirsty thing dragged itself here and died without tears. It remembered the joyful currents running, cutting away the debris of the...
Calculated Risk
The radio started the ruckus. Eddie Arnold crooned and Arthur Godfrey chuckled as pots and pans clanged in the kitchen. Mom had pulled...


Leo and Acquarius
Beast of fire, Your heart is molten gold, glimmering just behind the eyes. Approaching measured but steady, confident of that which is...


Spencer's* Lament
Ants in columns know cooperation is the key to caring for their young, defending their homes, moving mountains, together. Bees dancing...
Around The Corner
Doing dishes in the sink I pause and think of you reading in the next room, framed in afternoon light, just out of sight. I hear the...
Twin Cities
the town sits pertly in its valley moving from dawn to dusk full of intent and purpose myopic in its focus bustling and busying itself...
Snow
Snow erases everything Tells only the new stories Folding away the old ways The old days Forgetting the old, the cold. Angels lay here in...
Sleep Is Not A Simple Thing For A Warrior
Sleep is not a simple thing for a warrior, not like that of a man at peace. With rifle and knife beside him, battle memories ringing in...
Spanish Cargo
Hup, hup, hyah! Drrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr Bells tinkle faintly before they appear in the mist pouring over the crags and rocks answering...
Finish Line
Pacing strides, void of caring, is what trauma leaves behind when all we take from the qualifying heats are disappointments; painful...