Dear friend of my heart, It is not with words imploring forgiveness of your kind heart that I shall greet… Read more Absence and Greetings
swinging… a summer afternoon, sweating and smiling, we are oblivious… come over for a tea, I have saved some Jasmine… Read more Swinging
I stretched my body, arms reaching out to look for a vagrant cloud or two, to pull them overhead for… Read more Afternoon; Out Discovering
it has been a decade, perhaps more… I lived across the street from a strange woman. She would not be… Read more Strange Woman: Summer Spirit
Even as I write a house fly sits on an edge of the laptop… it would seem that the poetry… Read more I Have Always Wanted to Fly
It’s quite satisfying to look into the spider’s eyes and decipher the traps he weaves… leaves an impression in my… Read more Summer Day!
It has been some time now… last time I saw you naked in the forest, you were ready to fall,… Read more Your Eyes Were Wild