
she exhaled a warm breeze through the generations–
over castles and moats, around labyrinths and garden mazes;
her whispers wrapped thin and tall and solid

she exhaled a warm breeze through the generations–
over castles and moats, around labyrinths and garden mazes;
her whispers wrapped thin and tall and solid

i see you clearly when i close my eyes

staring at the late summer landscape, he divided turbulent thoughts; like logs stacked for winter fires

her burning rage scorched through mountains and rivers and thick, moss-covered forests; above dreams and nightmares and across time, reaching into the distant, prehistoric past and all future moments balanced upon the icy precipice between now and forever

the wind rustled the citronella leaves, weaving whispers of fragrance in our hair

the coyotes howl out west–
how i wish i could howl

bottles in wooden bowls
toy trunks and 50’s cowboys
small coffee creamers in a line
old shelves freshly painted
corbels with chipping paint
white buttons in glass containers

the sun tripped upon the leaves
in the middle of a late summer afternoon

old signs painted on buildings
lost thoughts on the edge of summer storms
the afternoon sun filtering through emerald leaves
nostalgia on a cloudy day
blue jays responding to one another
gratitude as the day curls into itself


she was full and complicated