October 30, 2015




By psychic solitude I mean

the only sounds I hear are songs

of birds and bugs and distant traffic,

trains that run along my land, occasional

planes, like the one flying now

as I write this. There are no humans

that can se...

October 19, 2015


Morning mist hovers above the pond

rising like a phantom dancer

unveiling a mystery.

Is “mist” the source

of “mystical”? Is “mystery”

the story of mist?


I exhale

and my warm breath

marries the cold

with a puff of cloud


and I understand...

October 5, 2015


I strive to live comfortably in love,

to love with ease, not live in fear

of loss, to love with inspiration,

not frantic but solid in the present

of companionship.


I love to live comfortably in love,

To celebrate that which is delicio...

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