Asteraceae
You can never recreate your mother’s garden. The edging will never be as neat, the tomatoes nearly as sweet. The backyard tree doesn’t...
Time
Time passes and you begin to forget. All too easily your father’s voice fades from memory and echoes of love go with it. Time passes and...
The Garden
Seeking adventure is only one part of this journey undertaken today for, more importantly, I chase comfort; a place to rest along with...
Tarantella
the province of the Ionian crawls with life, like: the slow and deliberate tarantula who moves through stately couples graceful and...
Untitled
A Sparrow - no Raven - no Crow Flies past the orange - yellow - red Leaves no - feathers dancing overhead Lying in my brown- cold- down...
Ode to Socks and Sandals
It makes the day oddly satisfying Like ketchup splashed on eggs frying, A little unexpected kiss on the cheek Amid the blanketed Monday...
Shopping at Williams Sonoma with my Mom
I stole the plastic lemon from the kitchen store It was in a bowl of mixed fruits because somehow a bright yellow orb is meant to...
The Black Cat
Stalking the night, I slip between the village and my house Blackest fur and piercing eyes, silent as the mouse With my friend I travel...
The Necromancer’s Journey to the Four Thieves
In the twist of evening to night I walk among the lost They lay in wait – six feet under Left to rot in eternal frost Yet I walk to find...
Memory Poem
It just slipped my mind. Things slip my mind a lot these days, a thought slip n slide. I suppose I can’t really blame them. My thoughts...
