An Adventure of epic proportion a discovery of wild imagination Comes now to your mind with joy with the salty and the sweet   A day like no other day a moment like no other moment a place like no other place sharing the salty and the sweet   A time like no time has ever been circling the world with newness of breath no one has ever discovered before tasting the salty and the sweet   My mind is expanding and growing life...

I don't want to ask any more questions. But I must to find piece. Yet  I don't understand. The pain. The rain. Or a baby's laugh. I can not understand how thick the plots can be. It saddens me that songs live brighter lives than poems. The longest day has the brightest night. The Strongest whiskey won't chase the most jagged afterglow. Women and men are broken bow and an ax left in the dirt and lost in the sand. It is a q...

Mrs. Bucannon appeared to be a sensible person. She wore a simple gown and tasteful jewelry. If she wore makeup, I couldn't tell. She was a blond version of Grace, and her icy blue eyes were looking at me strangely.   A pair of screaming females met Grace at the entrance to the parlor and whisked her off for girl talk. I breathed a sigh of relief as they left the room. Contrary to popular belief, being in a room full of w...

Onward into the splinter of a frozen rain. In my piety I look into thy limp heart. Tonight the black widows of my enemies stalk me. By the hourglass on your skanks. I smell it is you who are terrified. You feel the heat of my furry coming at you. I have marked the year carefully. In this sentence I declare royalty. By pen and by pastry knife I rise against with discipline.  My eyes have turned to ice. My bones grind memor...

Back in the spring, my husband and I went to visit a 1940s Weekend. There were many people there dressed in the fashions and uniforms of those days. There were vehicles and stalls and it really was a wonderful weekend. An escape from the humdrum repetitiveness of my daily life. As I walked, arm in arm with my husband, Philip, I took in the sights, sounds and even tastes of the Forties. The corned beef hash was delicious!...

Approaching the cottage from the long country lane, with the sunlight shining directly on it, it held so much promise. Behind it was an inviting deep wood, and in one corner of the garden hens strutted, clucked and pecked behind mesh. Across open fields, corn gold in the summer lay the farm where Frankie was staying. Rabbits appeared all the time, stoats and foxes could be seen from time to time, and birds, all kinds of b...

Two personalities reside in this bodyone is playful and sassy - the other more straight-lacedone we will call leatherthe other we will call laceoften competing for loveas leather likes a man of strengthand lace likes soft hands and an embracetogether when entwinedpassion takes over time and spacejust as beforeone being more playfulthe other still straight-lacedwhen combined in just one womanshe is the ultimate pinnacle of...

  What was she to do with that news it really threw her off her timing today she learned her fiance was returning after a long time away   So many times she cried she was so lonely with him gone and now finally he was going to be coming home to her   She remembered his kisses, so deeply moving so tender, that shivers went down her spine she melted into his embrace   He knew just how to kiss just how to hold her and just h...

By which poets Wright. Stoking the flame That passes from torch to torch. Using a dim flame to cook at night. Feeding this fire with all I got, my love, my need burning bright. My only companion is a flicker By which poets wright.  

Danny Rogan, nine years and three months old, was sick of his life. Facing his second fight in a week, he wanted to be somewhere else. Anywhere else, as long as it was home. Games were stopping around the village schoolyard, as boys, and a few girls edged towards them. Eyes hopeful, mouths gaping in anticipation. Max Hindley’s pudgy face was six inches higher than his own, pure sneering malice. Big, hard and round, Max wa...

Daughter of sorrow, Hang your head toward the living earth. I will tell them of your heroes when time makes us free. I think you deserve that much.  Oh, my love, I live on your water. Your truth I carry with me as I drift to your accepting delta. Fade the sunset basil. You hold that soft yellow orb in your smooth hand. Command it sunfire! You are the source of yellow and you are the only one who doesn't know it. Or my lov...

Early 1940. Siren’s mournful wailing, signalling, Our first air raid. Fearfully looking at me, she switched off all the lights Then she came to hug me close, her body trembling. I’d never seen her like this, so full of fear and worry. “It’s all right,” I reassured her. A distant bang, surely approaching thunder “Oh, God.” Her voice displaying her terror. “Down the stairs,” she urged. The steps down from our flat were soli...

"The Poetry Lesson" (inspired by Osip Mandelstam’s “The Stalin Epigram”)   The cell is pitch black except for two cones of stark light, One over a man wearing a sea-green single-breasted tunic, Breeches, polished jackboots, and a peaked cap, Sitting behind a metal desk, And the other over a naked man whose arms and legs are Chained to a four-legged chair with one leg missing.   First man: Name? Second man: Mikhail. FM: Mi...

You told me that I had to learnand learn boundariesand learn patiencebut my heart didn't want toWe had been away for awhilebut we found each other againthe old memoriesmaking way for new onesthe past forgiven and put asidefor a fresh new beginninga time to grow and learn againto find each other's hearts desiresbut my heart wanted to do more my blood pumped in my veins threatening to burst from the the well of deep desire...

Yes lady yes. I agree there are no poems more beautiful than trees. But please lady please, let poems be thier leaves. Let roots sprout and grow metaphores. Let words wander like tiny rivulets of water in the snow. Let words be wonderful. Let words bring joy. Let joy be written down. Miss Dickinson you must forgive me, When I say and I am sure the trees will agree. They are not as beautiful as thee. You need to understand...