this is poetry, too…
I understand. You want poetry, the traditional kind, hot blooded and full-bodied, rich and ripe for the drinking. But the … Continue reading this is poetry, too…
Category: free verse
treasure
if i picked you a pocket full of beach glass and put it in your hands would you know what … Continue reading treasure
salt
We sat there on a lazy Sunday Basking in the warm California sunshine On the crowded patio of the cafe … Continue reading salt
through the window
there was always something between us a locked screen the highway of a thousand miles the slamming door one of … Continue reading through the window
the song remains the same
it’s not that you cross my mind from time to time it’s more that you’ve never really left but your … Continue reading the song remains the same
i want to paint you
If you would just hold still I could make it all so beautiful Continue reading i want to paint you
missing Sunday brunch
She invited him for dessert. He had her for breakfast. She forgot her own name. The neighbors knew this. They … Continue reading missing Sunday brunch
